Forever, My Puppy

Joey rolled over, away from Seto and sighed. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and he could not stop them. He felt a warm arm wrap around him. Seto gently kissed his ear, his tounge softly flicking at the lobe.

"Mmmm, please Seto..."

"Yes, My love? Shall I continue?"

"I need some time to think, I'm just kinda confused right now."

"What's bothering you, or do you not want to talk about it?"

"I do, but I dont. I dont know if you understand what I'm trying to say." Joey growled in fustration. "Fuck! I don't even know what I want."

"I'll be here if you need to talk, okay Pup? You sort things out then let me know." Seto leaned back, but didn't pull away.

Joey closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind when a memory flashed before his eyes.

**Flash Back**

Joey walked down the street, away from the apartment he shared with his father. This last beating had been the worst of all. His face hurt, and people on the street stopped to stare at him. As he passed a store's diy wiy window, he caught a peek. He gasped at the horried sight that greeted his one open eye.

His face was littered with bruises, there was more hues of black, blue, and purple than his pale peach tone. One amber hued eye was swollen shut and crusted over with blood from a gash over his eye brow. His normally pinkish lips were a deep shade of burgandy and swollen with a gash slashing angrily down onto his chin. He parted the lips to see a chipped tooth and a small gash on his tounge. Caught in the reflection was a k ick ice blue Miata with a very tall man climbing out. Joey's vision began to cloud and he sat down quickly. Deep indigo eyes swam before his, then they were sudden lost in a sudden swirl of raven that made Joey's stomach turn. A child-like voice sounded, though it was distant and echoey, he was able to make out the words:

"Big Brother! I think he's gonna..... EWWWW!! Too Late." Joey retched and bile spilled past the split, bloody lips onto the pavement to his side. Small, cool, soft hands held a white something that wiped gently at his lips. Stronger, larger hands helped him into a sitting positon then something plunked infront of him. Joey retched again, empting his stomach into what he hoped wasn't his clothes. He heard another voice, one that was coldly amused at his predicament.

"Mokuba, help me get this worthless mutt into your limo, then call Dr. Vance. She's in her office, so just call there. Tell her to meet us at the mansion.... NO MATTER WHAT SHE SAYS."

Joey felt himself being lifted into strong arms, then carried to someplace. He tried to speak, but all he could do was wimper. The cold voice spoke again; this time sounding much warmer.

"I know you hurt, little dog, let me help you. Shhhh..."

This time Joey found his voice, and spoke with difficulty.

"I..don't...want to.. mess...your....pre..cious..." Joey passed out in the strong arms, not to awaken again for days.....


** End Flashback **

Joey's vision focused back on the room he was in. The soft arm around him was now holding him tighter. He felt gentle fingers stroking his hair, then move to brush away a stray tear. Gentle lips carressed his checks, then they spoke.

"Don't cry, my love."

Joey rolled towards his lover, kissing him roughly. He felt hands roaming over his body, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. Joey winced as the hand moved back to rest on his ribs.

"Watch the ribs please." He batted at the hand with a cast covered hand.

"Sorry..I fogot. How bout we wait for this. I don't to hurt you."

"It didn't hurt me earlier, in fact, it felt very nice..........." Joey's voice faded off as he fell asleep, nestled gently in the arms of his formal rival.

(A/N: I need ideas for the next chapter... should I jump ahead in time or just go ahead and give these two some "play time"?)