Warnings: Yaoi, trippy liek whoa
*speaking to the atmosphere
no one's here and I fall into myself
this truth drives me
Joey opened his eyes.
He could see nothing.
It really wouldn't have been that much of a problem if it were black. He would have just blinked furiously for a few seconds, waiting for everything to adjust. And if it didn't, he was probably just in a room with no light. Not a big deal, considering what he'd been through so far in his short life.
Except this wasn't the case. Instead of darkness, he saw light.
And again, this wouldn't have been a huge problem. In fact, it might have comforted him. If the light had just been... well, light. But this was extremely bright. Blindingly so. When he had been younger (and infinitely stupider, he might add), Joey and friends often held a contest to see who could stare at the sun for the longest. They had given up quickly though, realizing that it was more pain than fun.
This was a thousand times worse. But it didn't even hurt.
Joey closed his eyes and panicked.
He didn't receive the dark bliss he expected. The whiteness was still there, taunting him.
Gasping, he reached up to place a hand over his eyes. Or tried to. With a surge of adrenaline, Joey realized that he couldn't move his hands.
To be more precise, he could move them a few centimeters. After that, he felt cool metal restraining him.
Other hand. No good. Feet. No.
He was terrified. Lying... somewhere... chained down and for all intents and purposes, blind, was not something that gave one a warm and fuzzy feeling.
And then Joey Wheeler felt warm hands on his face. He jerked upwards, but really couldn't get far. The [person?] loosened its grip and laughed.Wait a sec…
"Kaiba?!" he managed, discovering that ironically, he could still speak.
Another laugh. "Good guess, mutt."
"Wha…" Joey racked his brain in an effort to come up with some plausible explanation. The 'why' wasn't too hard- Kaiba hated him. The 'how', on the other hand. He couldn't imagine a way for Kaiba to…
Joey suddenly realized he didn't remember much at all. Sure, he could call up some distant memories, like Duelist Kingdom and the Battle City finals. But those felt like ages ago.
"What the HELL did you do, Kaiba?!"
"Shh, puppy. Don't question your master." The hands were removed, and Joey tensed.
He had a good reason to, because they were put back a second later- except this time, around his neck.
Joey started, pulling against his restraints once more. They wouldn't budge. He heard a soft 'mm' of mild surprise, and almost heard Kaiba smirk. Then the hands began to tighten… and squeeze.
Joey gasped, his eyes widening, although what he saw remained the same. Kaiba kept squeezing. Joey found himself beginning to choke. He scrabbled futilely at the ground, unable to do much more. Kaiba was too strong for him even with all his limbs free, and now, he could only lie back, helpless.
He choked out, "Stop," and instantly regretted it. It seemed that word had overtaxed him, and he felt himself start the descent into unconsciousness. It was that moment when the hands loosened. Joey got off one deep breath before he forgot completely about the function.
He could feel Kaiba's breath on his lips.
It was as if his heart had stopped beating for a few moments. Then it started back up, and Joey could hear the pounding in his head. Shakily, he took another breath, painfully aware of Kaiba's close proximity.
"One breath for one kiss," a voice murmured, and with no small amount of shock, Joey realized that Kaiba had said this. "That's two you've taken so far. I'd better start collecting."
Joey squirmed. He couldn't SEE, he didn't know- he didn't know, oh gods, he didn't know that Kaiba was ghosting his lips over skin, he didn't feel the slight brush of Kaiba's lips on his own, he didn't feel Kaiba's- oh shit -he didn't, he swore, he didn't… he didn't take another shaky, gasping breath.
Joey felt Kaiba whisper the word against his mouth and was offered a brief moment of respite before the billionaire's lips came crashing down on his own.
It was… surprising. And not entirely unpleasant. Before, his mind has been frozen at the thought of Kaiba touching him that he hadn't really contemplated the actual touch. But now, it was kind of hard to ignore. Especially since Kaiba was... wow.
He'd never admit it out loud, but all Joey could think was that Kaiba was a masterful kisser. Kaiba kissed him as though he were making love to the blonde's mouth. Joey felt the stirrings of something within him, and he moaned.
Kaiba seemed to take that as his cue, because he slowly parted Joey's lips with his tongue. Some part of the blond screamed that this was so wrong- this was Kaiba; how could this be real?! The other part though, the only part that Joey was really was really aware of, that part acquiesced. He parted his lips and allowed Kaiba entrance.
Kaiba's mouth was hot and hungry on his own. The man tasted like spice, edged with a diluted sweetness , and a trace of wispy smoke. Joey moaned again, and let Kaiba explore his…
And then it was gone. He reached up, confused, trying to rise from the fog of desire that clouded his mind.
"Close your eyes, mutt," came a voice from right next to his ear. "It's not polite to stare."
Joey snapped his eyes shut instinctively. He hadn't even realized… wait a second.
"You bastard," he snarled, the scenario of five seconds ago forgotten. Joey reached out to punch where Kaiba should have been and clutched at thin air.
It was then that he realized three things. He could move his limbs, he could see, and he was sitting in a pool of blood.
Joey screamed. Later, he would probably look back and scold himself for being such a wimp, but the suddenness and extremity of the exchange overloaded his senses. He scrabbled away, leaving a trail of the red liquid. Once sufficiently away from the pool, Joey took a few calming breaths and tried to take in his surroundings.
With a sickening feeling, he came to the conclusion he still had no idea where he was.
He was in a room. There was a lone electric light illuminating the center of it, but the light failed to reach past its confined circle. Around him were various tools. Knives, hammers, pliers, knives, knives… there were a lot of knives.
A shallow breath.
Instantly, Joey turned his gaze back to the light.
He had no idea how he had missed this when looking out the room the first time. There was a figure hunched barely beyond the reach of the light. He was shrouded in darkness, but his hair and a small portion of his body were illuminated marginally by the light.
And Joey would recognize that hair anywhere.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, expressing his thoughts. "Yugi, man, are you okay?"
The body moved. Joey tried to stand, but he found that he couldn't. He settled for crawling towards Yugi.
"Hang on, I'll be right there," Joey yelled. God, why couldn't he move any faster? He needed to get up; his friend was so far away.
As he had been crawling, the room had been warping. It had shifted, so that even though he knew he had moved, the distance between him and Yugi was the same. Ice gripped his heart. The knives, it seemed, had grown in size. They had stretched and elongated. Joey moved another meter and collapsed. The knives were now the size of his body. He had moved, but no matter how far he went, the room grew in proportion. It didn't matter how far he went, because the room would adjust to keep him eternally away from Yugi.
Joey looked helplessly up, and found, with horror, that Yugi had managed to pull himself into the glowing sphere. The boy looked up at Joey.
A question, as if he doubted that Joey would come save him.
And the room was moving again, and expanding, and no matter what he did, he couldn't change it. Yugi blinked, fear clouding his violet irises, and he began to cry.
In the ethereal glow of the artificial light, his tears looked blue.
Joey clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. He was… in the arms of another.
"Don't cry, mutt," Kaiba whispered. "It doesn't suit you."
"I wasn't going to cry," Joey replied furiously, spinning around. He stumbled. Gone was the dark cellar. Instead, he stood in a meadow. It looked like mid-afternoon. It felt like spring.
Kaiba stood about half a meter away, his lips twisted in a cruel smirk. The bastard was wearing a black shirt and black leather pants. "Of course not."
Joey's thoughts were racing frantically. What the HELL was going on? He looked down at himself for some clue and was shockingly notified that he was shirtless. On the other hand, he was wearing jeans. He supposed it was better than being completely nude.
Then he began to laugh. Of course. "This is a dream," Joey declared, his words laced with mirth. "It's obvious. I can't believe I was so worked up over a… OW!"
Seto had just crossed the short distance between them and pinched him in the shoulder. Hard.
"Feel like a dream, dog?"
 think twizzlers
I intend this to be two parts, which I'm splitting up simply because I want to. Yeah. Inspired by a bunch of things, one being that searching for 'seto', 'joey', and 'control' on yields me no results, and two being Kill Bill. Because that's a good movie. Go see it.