Warning: This story contains sexual situations, coarse language, violence, and boy/boy relationships. If you do not like Yaoi or the Joey/Kaiba pairing, please do not read further.
Blue Without You-Chapter 5 By Fenris 5000-GreygallowsJoey vaguely heard the swish of the door opening but chalked it up to being wishful thinking. The voice he heard next brought his face up in surprise.
"Get the hell off my puppy!"
Joey wasn't sure if he was happy to see the CEO or not. He was freakin' scary standing in the doorway, a black shroud of fury emanating from his trenchcoat. But at least he knew that the rage before him was directed at someone else. Slaughter on the other hand wasn't at all impressed.
"Well, your puppy has a new master. You can have him back when I'm done with him," Slaughter sneered as he caressed the golden locks of Joey's hair. "Although, he's so pretty, I might not want to give him back."
"Touch him again… and you die." Kaiba's gaze burned into the hand that fondled Joey as if just looking at it could set it aflame.
"I've done more than just touch your puppy." Slaughter dragged Joey to his knees like a rag doll, displaying the jagged lines he had sliced into the boy's delicate chest.
Kaiba growled at the sight, his fingers clenching into fists at his sides. And if it was possible his eyes narrowed even further. He took in every detail of his puppy: the swirls of blood smeared across his chest, the trembling lips, the boxer shorts riding precariously low on his hips… if Slaughter had… touched… his puppy in anyway, hurt him in anyway, he'd make sure Slaughter screamed in a living hell forever.
"You may have had the edge yesterday when you overtook me with your gang, but you are no match for me today," Kaiba growled as he launched himself into the room, dark with foreboding menace.
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Slaughter's knife flashed under the florescent lights and found its way to Joey's neck once more. "As you can see, I still have the upper hand. You wouldn't want me to damage your precious puppy, now would you? Not too much anyways."
"Let him go."
A malicious laugh rumbled in Slaughter's chest. He held up his hands, "Oh, you've got me. I surrender. I'm soooo scared of your empty threats." Slaughter gave another laugh as he replaced the blade at Joey's throat. "You think just because you're rich and have a voice that rivals Darth Vader's that you can just order people around? Well, you're wrong. I'm not just one of your servants being paid to wipe your ass. I've got something you want."
Kaiba's gaze flicked to Joey. "He means nothing to me."
"Well, I guess this won't bother you then." Slaughter pulled Joey's face to his own and ran his tongue up the side of his cheek.
Kaiba clenched his teeth as he heard a whimper escape Joey's lips. He schooled his facial expression, fighting the explosive rage simmering beneath his skin. Not yet. He had to get Joey safely away before he could knock Slaughter around like the trash he was. Yes, his fingers itched to wipe that smug look right off of his face. Soon.
Kaiba laughed. "I don't want that pathetic fool. He's a mongrel, no better than a dog that whimpers at my feet for attention."
He couldn't bring himself to look into the honeyed eyes he knew were staring at him. He could sense the hurt, the loathing growing in their depths. 'I'm doing this for you, please forgive me.'
"You're a good actor, but you blew it the moment you burst in here demanding that I get away from your puppy. Your puppy. Tsk, tsk, do you burn with hatred when I touch him?" Slaughter asked with a raised eyebrow. His hand coming to rest over Joey's nipple, rubbing it gently. "How does it feel to know that you won't be the first. To know that every time you take him, he'll be remembering me."
"Enough!"
"You make this so entertaining," Slaughter sneered. "But maybe we can entertain you for awhile." He gazed down at the blond boy before him. "You have such an obedient puppy here Kaiba. Look, he's already on his knees. What do you think? Shall we give him a show, my little beauty?"
Kaiba flinched as terrified gold eyes glanced in his direction, the sight would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. He slowly reached into his trenchcoat, his fingers caressing against the cold steel he found there. He just hoped he'd get an opportunity to use it. The risk of hitting Joey was too high, he'd have to wait until Slaughter made a mistake. He licked his lips at the thought. So, Slaughter liked blood. Well, he'd be bleeding like a pig once he was through with him.
Slaughter's free hand wrenched at the belt that wrapped around his waist, growling as he struggled with the clasp. Then a sneer came to his face. "Puppy, make yourself useful. Unbuckle my pants."
Joey's eyes went wide with disbelief. A sharp blow knocked his head back as he hesitated. He didn't bother to wipe away the line of blood he felt dripping from his lip as his trembling fingers reached up to Slaughter's waistband.
Another slap across the face. "Not with your fingers. Use that beautiful mouth of yours."
"No!"
Smack! "Do as I say or I'll cut you beyond recognition."
Joey's eyes closed in humiliation. He could imagine what Kaiba was thinking. 'The dog deserved it.' Right now, he was probably choked up with laughter at the mutt down on his knees. What had he expected? Kaiba had never lifted a hand to help anyone in his life, so why should he start now? Not when he had the best seat in the house. And yesterday? Well, that had obviously been a joke, and the stupid mutt had fallen for it. A stray crystalline tear slid down the smooth contour of his cheek as he leaned forward, the steel of the blade biting into his neck as his teeth began to wrestle with the leather of Slaughter's belt.
Kaiba stifled a curse. Explosive rage pumped through his veins as he stood helplessly watching his beautiful puppy's humiliation. Dammit, his hands were tied at the moment. With the knife at Joey's neck… he just couldn't risk it. If he hadn't known what was really going on, the view he was watching at the moment could have been misunderstood as something else, and he hoped that once Slaughter's pants were off that the display before him wouldn't become a reality.
"Mmm, such a talented mouth," Slaughter moaned as he watched Kaiba's black features with amusement. His hand came down to pet Joey's golden locks. "Do you want to kiss me with that naughty mouth of yours? Keep it up my pretty puppy, and master's going to give you a chew toy."
"Shut the hell up!" Joey jerked his head back, a long red line slicing across his throat. He clutched the wound, blood gurgling through his fingers as he collapsed onto the floor. As Slaughter shot forward towards Joey, Kaiba's hand reached into his coat, grasping the cool tip of the dagger with his fingertips. The dagger shot through the air, impaling Slaughter's forearm, causing the knife he held to clatter to the floor.
"Ahhhhhh!" Slaughter clasped his arm, shaking with fear. He peered at his arm in disbelief, gazing at the pewter dragon sculpture at one end and the sharp blade tip at the other. Muddy brown eyes closed as he gritted his teeth and slowly slid the dagger from his arm, blood oozing down his fingers.
Slaughter's knife skidded across the floor to stop at Kaiba's feet. The CEO's gaze met honey orbs as he bent down to pick up the knife Joey had shot towards him. He flipped it in his hand, leveling Slaughter with a malicious smirk. "You truly wish to die today, don't you."
Rivulets of red gore leaked down Slaughter's arm as he struggled to keep a firm grip on Kaiba's dagger. His muddy eyes ate up the luscious body that lay discarded on the bathroom floor. 'That sweet ass will be mine!' His grasp tightened with anticipation. "We'll see who gets into the puppy's pants."
With a mighty growl, Kaiba flew at Slaughter, his knife clanging against the superior strength of the dragon dagger in Slaughter's hand. He swiped crazily at the orange haired loser, driving the boy back towards the wall. Their knives shrieked against their ears, clashing together with power. Cornered against the wall, Slaughter slashed his knife towards Kaiba's neck but was easily blocked. Their knives ground together, hovering dangerously close to Kaiba's jugular. With a quick knee to the stomach, Kaiba sent Slaughter stumbling back into the wall.
Completely winded, Slaughter was grabbed around the neck and slammed against the sink. Kaiba continued to crack Slaughter's face into the smooth surface, a shower of red raining from Slaughter's broken nose. "Nobody touches my puppy!"
"Kaiba?"
Kaiba paused in mid-crack as he heard Joey calling to him. He let the unconscious boy in his grip slide to the floor with a thump, then cautiously approached the blond boy propped against the wall. He leaned down, his hands grasping Joey under the arms as he slowly raised the boy to his feet. A soft smile came to Joey's lips as his hands snuck up to rest on Kaiba's shoulders.
Kaiba frowned. "Don't look at me that way."
"What way?" Joey asked innocently.
"You know exactly what way. Don't think that I won't take advantage of you, I'm just as much a bastard today as I was yesterday." Kaiba growled as Joey's fingers lightly ran down the front of his shirt, then tugged the black material from his pants. Warm fingers slid underneath, reveling in the silky perfection that lay beneath.
"I'm kinda countin'on that fact."
"What?"
"I wouldn't want ya changing just for little ol'me."
"You've obviously got a concussion," Kaiba said as he yanked Joey's curious fingers from his chest. Joey pouted, effectively melting Kaiba's icy glare. Kaiba sighed as he grabbed Joey's wrist and dragged the boy to the sink. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Kaiba scowled at the pool of denim that still shackled Joey's legs together. The vision of Joey in his boxers was too much for him to take. He leaned down and raised the pants to Joey's hips. Joey snickered as the loose material slid to his ankles again.
"Dammit, can't you buy pants that fit properly?"
"Geez Kaiba, you couldn't wait to get my pants off yesterday."
"That's because you were in your right mind yesterday!" Kaiba pulled up Joey's pants once more and then lifted the boy up to sit on top of the counter. "Now be quiet."
A goofy grin came to Joey's lips as his legs snaked out to wrap around the CEO's lean hips, crushing the surprised brunet close. Kaiba yelped as he found himself pressed tightly to the object of his desire.
"You're a very bad puppy," Kaiba grumbled.
"You love it." Joey smirked as he jerked his hips suggestively against Kaiba's. The brunet's eyelids drifted shut in ecstasy, 'Why shouldn't I take what is so freely offered?'
"Kaiba!"
Kaiba's eyes flew open to see Joey's terrified gaze trained on something beyond his shoulder. He vaguely saw a blur in the mirror before two strong arms tried to push him aside. His own arms swung out, grasping Joey's waist and pulling the blond with him.
"No!" Joey pushed against Kaiba's chest as he was thrown to the counter, Kaiba protecting him with his own body.
The knife slashed neatly at his shoulder, Kaiba twirled with a thunderous roar. His fist flew out, knocking Slaughter across the room to land in a heap on the floor.
"Why did you do that?" Joey howled, jumping up from the counter. His jeans sliding to the floor again.
"We've got to fix those jeans, and soon."
"Dammit! Why the hell did you do that?"
Kaiba raised a brow at the jagged rip in his shirt, then glared at Joey. "What would you have me do? I wasn't about to let my puppy get hurt again."
"What about you?"
Kaiba shrugged, "It's nothing."
"Come here."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed, but he complied. Joey's arms came up to slide the trenchcoat from the CEO's shoulders. His eyes never leaving the intense blue gaze of the boy who stood before him. He grabbed the shirt roughly, effectively ripping the garment from Kaiba's chest.
"You owe me a new shirt."
"Only if you let me pick it out."
The look of horror on Kaiba's face made Joey burst with uncontrollable laughter. Through the tears of mirth he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I'm thinkin' something with pale blue sequins, that would go so nicely with your beautiful eyes."
A smirk came to Kaiba's lips. "Fine, but I'm not the only one in need of a new shirt. Or pants for that matter. I'm sure I can find something just as suitable for you."
"Now wait a minute…"
"Do you like leather? With that blond hair… yes I know exactly what I'd like to see you in. Although, you probably wouldn't be wearing it for very long. Mmm, can't wait."
"Stop it or I won't patch up your wound."
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "That won't be necessary, it's only a scratch."
"Do you doubt my nursing skills?"
Kaiba snorted.
"Shithead."
A mischievous grin came to Joey's lips as he leaned forward and rained kisses onto the smooth chest before him. He heard the staggering thumps of Kaiba's heart quicken as he continued to nuzzle the firm skin beneath his mouth.
"You'd make a shitty nurse, puppy. You're nowhere near my wound." Came a breathless whisper.
"It's only a scratch, ya big cry baby."
"And people think I'm mean."
"Mmm, you're just a big marshmallow," Joey said, his tongue swirling along Kaiba's chest. "A big tasty marshmallow."
"Dammit, I am not a marshmallow!"
"I'm your puppy, you're my marshmallow."
Kaiba pushed Joey from his chest and whispered, "Oh no. You're my puppy and I'm your master. And I can prove it."
Kaiba grabbed Joey's hips and slammed the boy onto the counter. A gasp came from the blond's mouth, but was swallowed by the hot devouring mouth that swooped down on his own. Joey couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as Kaiba's tongue probed the inside of his mouth, pleasure rippling through every muscle of his body. He clasped his hands around the neck above him, melting against the onslaught of passion Kaiba was inflicting upon him.
Kaiba drew back to smirk at the thoroughly dazed blond before him. "Well?"
"More marshmallow."
"Grrrrrrrrr."
This time Kaiba didn't hold back. He pulled the lithe blond close, their bodies melding into one. Bruising, torturous kisses assaulted Joey as he squirmed in Kaiba's embrace. He wanted so much more, needed so much more. His mouth opened under Kaiba's persistent demands, loving the exotic taste that was only Kaiba. Joey whimpered as the brunet drew back reluctantly, an eyebrow raised.
"How about that?"
"Woof. Woof."
"That's better."
The End
A/N: There may be a sequel to this story but don't hold your breath. My sister helped me come up with a new story idea that may be just as mental as this one. There probably won't be as much violence since I find it really hard to write fight scenes. Although, with what I have planned for Kaiba, who knows. Hopefully Joey can control his little marshmallow.