Magnificient Bastard

TITLE: Magnificient Bastard
AUTHOR: setosgirl
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. I don't own Seto. I don't own anything,
because I'm a communist ( ^^ )
WARNINGS: Implied rape, physical abuse
PAIRING(S): Seto/?
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Really has no plot, just a little reflection on the other person's
part.
BETAS: none
WORDS (Total Number Per Chapter): 627

Seto…

I love you so much, Seto. You have no idea how much. And you must
love me back. Why else would you let me do everything I do?

Everything I do to you?

You're a hardass, a bastard. A magnificent bastard. To everyone else, you're
cruel, heartless, but when we're alone together… You're
unbelievably gentle. So kind. So easy for me to hurt.

So willing to let me.

And when you have tears in your eyes, from the pain, the physical and emotional
pain you allow me to inflict upon you… you're beautiful. It makes me just want
to take you, make you mine. Now I know why he liked to hurt you - you don't like
to talk about him, even to me, but you've told me enough. He must have loved
you. Like I love you.

Blood looks good on you. It makes me want to lick it off of you, sink my teeth
into you to draw more. That's just to least of it, though. You don't care if you
bleed, and that almost takes all of the fun out of it. Almost.

Pain looks good on you. It's why I love you so much; you can take so
much pain and still come back for more, almost as if begging me to
hurt you again. You're a glutton for punishment, as though you feel
you've failed somewhere and have to be made to pay for it. That's why you keep
coming back to me. I don't care why you need to be hurt, though. Just so long as
you keep coming back.

Tears look good on you. On those rare occasions when you actually let them fall,
tearing clean streaks through the blood on your face or falling onto your
trembling hands, I can't help myself. You're
irresistible when you cry, and I have to take you.

I know it hurts you when I take you, and that only makes it better.
Sweeter. Sometimes it makes you bleed, and that's good. Sometimes it
makes you cry, and that's best. I don't think anyone else even knows
you can cry, but for me… that's my goal, each and every time. To see
those beautiful drops fall from your deep blue eyes. I know then that I've done
as much to you as I can. You're so controlled, though, even around me. I can
usually only get them to well up in your eyes. If I can get them to fall - even
a single tear - then I know I've actually hurt you.

You never resist me, never even think of fighting back. I can control you
utterly, and you almost like it. Only once did you ever come close to trying to
fight me. The first time that hurting you wasn't enough and I had to have you.
You fought back only enough for me to feel that I was taking you be force.

That night, for the first and only time that I have ever known, you
screamed.

And afterward, as you lay bleeding and in pain, your eyes were blank, the blue
of dead ice, not the blue of the tumultuous sea or the turbulent sky, and I knew
I had to do something. Something to keep you from being permanently dead on the
inside. So I kissed you and told you I loved you.

Your eyes came slowly back to life, and you cried.

You believed me that night. I don't know how you could possibly have
believed me after what I had just done to you, but you did, and it
was true, and the desperation with which you latched onto that only
made me love you more. And I still love you, Seto.

My beautiful, magnificent brother.