The Dark Side Of The Moon

Title: The Dark Side Of The Moon
Author: Gemini Elf 16

This fic will only be a ONE-SHOT! If you're tired of reading fics, with Kaiba acting all lovey dovey, with Joey, then I suggest, that you read this! I basically wrote this fic, on whim. I started off with one thought: Kaiba. Then I had a second thought: Crazy Kaiba! Yes, I find the idea of a sex crazed Kaiba, very um....interesting! Or should I say arousing?!

In this fic, Im writing about a different kind of Kaiba. The darker, more private side to Kaiba. The side that nobody has ever seen....yet! He may appear a little....um, shall we say, immoral, sick, unstable and completely fucked up?

Yeah, that's right. So if you can't handle, the idea of Kaiba running around his mansion (and possibly the streets of Domino), like a nutcase, with a butcher knife, then please don't read this fic. It's kinda disturbing and a little sick in places.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the characters of YU-GI-OH!

Warning: This fic contains a whole list of badness! Swearing, many levels of abuse, incest, sex, yaoi, rape, murder, suicide themes, drinks, drugs....oh, and Tea bashing of course! Not to mention, a little Yami, Tristan and Duke bashing....but just a little!

This may not all make sense. Just think of it as thoughts, ramblings and actions, of a twisted, narcissistic and conflicted CEO.

The Dark Side Of The Moon.

I sit at my desk, in the noisy classroom, waiting patiently for that bitch of a teacher, to arrive and start the fucking lesson already. Nobody even dares to look my way, let alone speak to me.

No one knows me. No one will ever really know me. And I don't want them to. No, Im better off alone. Why should I let anybody close to me? They don't deserve to know me. Im too good for them. Im Seto Kaiba, the multi-billionaire. Yes, Im too good for them. Nobody deserves me.

The cold hearted CEO, heh. If only they knew. If only they knew, about my past, about my life away from the media, about what really goes through my brilliant mind. If only they knew about my darker side. Yes, I can be worse. Much worse.

The teacher arrives....late. Huh, unprofessional bitch. What the fuck was she getting paid for? She starts babbling about drawing graphs from equations. Something I had learned, when I was seven years old. I pick up my poetry book and read....as always. But I can't seem to concentrate today. I give up on reading and just hold the book, keeping my stunning sapphire blue eyes on the page, pretending to read instead.

Most of those incompetent fools, see me as the cold hearted bastard, who enjoys toying with peoples' heads....and their hearts'. Heh, it's no secret, I can have anything that I want, Hell, I can have anybody that I want. After all, I am the most powerful man in Japan.

Yep, Im one sick son of a bitch. Yes, Gozuburo made sure of that. That bastard had made my childhood a living Hell....what the fuck am I saying? I had no childhood. He robbed me of it. He forced me to work, day and night, with little food and even less sleep. I didn't really mind the studying. I even enjoyed it....well, just a little.

That bastard wasn't satisfied though. He would always pick on my little brother, and when I had started defending Mokuba, I would get beaten. And Im not talking about a few occasional slaps here and there. No, Im talking about a proper beating, where I would be kicked, punched and whipped.

The whipping was the worst. Even now, years after that bastard's death, I can still hear that God awful sound, of the whip, being flicked across my bare back. I still have fucking nightmares about it. Yes, every night, I dream of having the crap beaten out of me. Sad, isn't it?

I glance up, and I see Yugi staring at me. Does he want to fuck me or something? Why the Hell is he staring at me? I glare at him and he smiles back at me. Fucking idiot. Why the fuck, would he be grinning for? If you want to fuck me, Yugi, all you have to do is ask, I silently tell him, with my eyes, whilst licking my lips. He doesn't get the message. He just waves, then goes back to taking notes. Stupid little runt. He wouldn't satisfy me anyway. I drift back, to my fucked up thoughts.

That bastard, Gozuburo, always used to stand over me, taunting me, whilst pouring whisky over my beaten and wounded body, and oh fuck, did it burn, yes, it burnt like Hell. And like, the perfect masochist that I am, I laid there and enjoyed every fucking moment of it. I cried and laughed in near hysteria, as the alcohol mixed in with my blood, my beautiful red blood.

Agony then took over and I always passed out. Yes, it happened more then once. The only thing I didn't like about that, was the fact that my precious blood had been wasted. It would be all over the floor, instead of in my beautiful body, or better yet, in my mouth. Yes, I loved the way I tasted. I loved myself....but then again, I hated myself.

I've always experienced those two emotions together. Love and Hate. I have never been able to tell them apart. Of course, it was easy with Mokuba - it was simple, I loved him.

I hated Gozuburo....but I loved some of the things he did to me, we were the perfect pair. The sadistic stepfather and his masochistic son. I felt ashamed for enjoying it though, which made me hate myself even more.

And me? Like I said, I loved myself, how can I not? Just look at me. Im rich, gorgeous and talented. And then there were times, when I hated myself. I hated myself, for letting this monster, adopt my brother and I.

I hated myself, for letting him do all those screwed up things to me, physically as well as mentally.

Yes, I hated myself. Sometimes my feelings would be so intense, that I would bang my head against the wall, over and over again, until I was discovered doing so and ordered to stop, by Gozuburo. He hated it when I did that, for some reason. He was probably worried that I would destroy my pretty face or something, but then again, he sure as Hell didn't seem to care, when he was beating the fuck out of me.

May he burn in Hell.

I've still got the scars. They've faded a bit. Just a bit, though. I don't think that they will ever really go away. Those and the emotional scars, that I have. Damn, those are the worst. Of course, getting the crap beat out of you, would be emotionally scarring....but that wasn't the half of it.

Beating me almost to death, wasn't enough for that asshole, he had to start fucking me too. I was ashamed. So ashamed and for the longest time....but then, I learned how to just....not feel.

I didn't feel him climb into my bed. I didn't feel him grab onto me. I didn't feel him kissing me, or undressing me. And I most certainly didn't feel him, forcing himself into me. I didn't allow myself to scream, even though, my insides felt as if they were being ripped apart....by this man, this monster.

It would become like a daily ritual. Like, playing a game with your Mother, or having your Father read you a bedtime story.

Fuck me harder, Daddy.

Huh, he made me call him "Daddy" whilst he was fucking me. If that ain't sick, I don't know what is.

Im just glad he kept himself away from Mokuba. I always swore to myself that, if he even laid a finger on my brother, I would kill him. Yes, I would fucking kill him.

And that's exactly what I did.

It happened in my own bedroom. I was on my knees, being forced to suck the bastard off, when Mokuba, had walked in.

Death beckons......

And I had wanted to die, right there. Mokuba had seen his own brother, sucking off his adoptive Father. How screwed up was that? Poor kid.

Gozuburo was furious, for a second, I thought that
he'd beat the crap out of me. But no, he was walking over to Mokuba. Poor, defenceless, Mokuba. Before I could even move, my beloved little brother had been harshly slapped, and was down on the floor crying.

I felt anger building up inside of me, and in an instant, I was on top of that bastard, pounding on his stomach, face and anywhere else, that I could possibly reach. I wanted to beat him to death. I wasn't very strong then, but I was fuelled by rage.

He was stumbling around, under my blows. And that's when I saw it....the window....with the blue curtains. Such pretty blue curtains. It was right behind him and it was open. Was this fate? Who the fuck cares? With one hate filled push and a scream of fury, I had pushed him out of the large window and to his death.

Death flies through pretty blue windows.

Yeah, pretty fucked up. I tried to protect Mokuba, after that and especially after what he had seen me do. I wanted Mokuba to have a decent childhood. An innocent childhood. He deserved that at least.

I snap out of my thoughts, as I hear the bell ring. Pulling on my coat, I grab my briefcase and head out, off campus for lunch. Fuck the cafeteria. I walk confidently through the main gates of the God forsaken school. Students aren't supposed to leave the campus....but, who the fuck, in their right mind would dare to stop me? I could destroy anybody, with the snap of my fingers.

After the death of Gozuburo, I had felt completely lost. Sure, I was glad that he had died. I was glad that my brother would now be safe, but....deep in my heart, I felt strange, almost as if something was missing.

So I started to search. For what? I didn't know. I was in charge now, of everything. I was in charge of Mokuba, I was in charge of the Kaiba Mansion and Kaiba Corp, but mostly, I was in charge of my own life. My own future. My own destiny. And that gave me such a rush. I was powerful. Very powerful.

I started going out. A lot. Nearly every night. Mokuba didn't know about it, because I'd always leave after he had fallen asleep. My money and status got me into clubs, even though I was very young. I was only fourteen, but I felt years older. Yes, every night would be the same. I would go out, drink, take any drug that I could get my hands on and have sex.

Surprised? Just because I'd been fucked senseless as a kid, didn't mean that I'd lost the need or desire, to fuck somebody myself. Yeah, sex can be a dangerous and powerful act. That way, I could hurt them, especially when they were feeling venerable.

Yeah, I would screw one person after another. Names didn't matter, and soon all the faces began to blur together, so that I couldn't even remember, who I'd fucked just ten minutes ago. Yes, I was screwed up for sure.

Gender didn't matter either. Gozuburo had been a complete homophobe. But fucking me the way he had done, just made him a fucking hypocrite. Yes, I fucked guys as well as girls. It didn't make any difference to me. Heh, ALL the girls wanted me. And so did the guys. After all I am Seto Kaiba. Who wouldn't want me?

I arrive at my destination: Starbucks. Yeah, that's my favourite place. You wouldn't ever see Yugi at a place like this, or that damn mutt. It's not their style. They'd probably prefer a cheap, crappy diner, with kids running around the place, screaming at the tops of their lungs. Me? No thank you. I need my quiet time.

I order a vanilla latte, and take a seat near the back, away from the large windows. Fuck the happy people. It's lunchtime, I haven't eaten anything all day, but Im not in the slightest bit hungry. I take a couple of long sips of my drink, as I drift back to my thoughts.

Mokuba's pretty happy now. He's content and he has a lot of friends. He's really popular. But then again, so am I. But Im popular in a different way. Mokuba's friendly. Im just strange. Quiet. Mysterious. Everybody wants to know more about me. The arrogant CEO, with a stick shoved, forever, up
his hot ass.

Everybody wants the pretty doll, with the pretty blue eyes.

So what are you waiting for? Fuck me, I know you want to......

Having been constantly beaten, teased and fucked, didn't exactly leave me with the best social skills. Why should I let people close to me? I'll only be hurt again. I can't deal with more pain.

Well, with more emotional pain anyway. Physical pain is a completely different matter. Why should I risk getting my heart broken? It wasn't worth it.
Pain is something that I experienced regularly. And not because I have to, or because it's forced on me, but because I want to. It's something that I grew up with, something that I became used to. So, I started hurting myself. It just felt.... comforting.

My favourite thing to do, was to lock myself in my bathroom, sit in the bathtub, and cut my arms in long thin strips. That way, the blood would drip into the water, making it look as if I was bathing in a pool of my own blood.

Blood will cleanse me of him.

And love....what the fuck was that? Did it even exist? I don't think so. Why should I fool myself into thinking, that there could be somebody, out there for me? Why should I waste my life, waiting for something, that would never come? Nobody would ever love me, and I only loved Mokuba and myself.

After a while, people had started to understand the fact that I liked being left alone, everybody except, that annoying little runt, Yugi. The midget had then convinced his loser friends to, how did he put it? Ahh, yes, to give me "a chance". A chance in what exactly? And that's when my life became annoying. I was constantly surrounded by his geeky little group, trying their best to talk to me. To make me feel included. Fuck, I hated them.

I honestly don't know who's the worst one. Tea, fuck, I really can't stand her. She's cute, yeah, I'll give her that much. But that's it. She should only be seen and not heard. Her voice is the most painful thing I've ever come across. It's somewhere between a wail of a banshee and a shriek of a constipated goat in labour. Heh, is it even possible to be constipated, whilst you're in labour? Then again, who the fuck really cares?

I can feel myself start to smirk. I wonder what she's like in bed? I bet I can drive her wild. I bet I can make her really scream. Damn, she'd be hot. No way, I don’t think I can. She'd probably bore me with a friendship speech or something, before letting me fuck her. And I'd rather not listen to that. No, I'd rather cut off my....er, let's not get into that. Let's just say that, No, I wouldn't screw her. I'd much rather kill her instead.

I'd probably fuck her dead body though. She'd keep quite, if she was dead, right?

Yugi's pretty cute. I bet he wouldn't be able to last long in bed at all. He'd get tired out and would probably fall asleep in the middle of all the "action." Heh, I bet that, I could teach him a thing or two.

And Tristan. Dear God, Im not even going to think about that. Urrgh. Nor, that dice freak. Or that 5000 year old ape, Yami.

No such thing as love. Remember no such thing....

No. I don't think anyone can compare to the mutt. I find him so cute. As much as I hate him. He'd be real easy to push around. I could slap a collar one him and dominate him all night long. My feelings for the mutt are strong, but they are only feelings of lust. Yes, I want to fuck him, but that's it. My feelings go no deeper. At least, that's what I tell myself, every time he stares at me, with his big puppy dog eyes. I want to fuck him.

I wanna play with the Puppy. I WANT the Puppy.

Wanna know why I picked him? Why the fuck did I pick that mutt, when I could have anyone that I desire? The reason is simple - he's just like me.

Okay, not exactly like me. Im Seto Kaiba, the hot, billionaire, CEO for the world's most leading corporation, Kaiba Corp. Im smart, Hell, Im a genius....Im fucking, amazingly brilliant! And Im also good in bed, after all, I've had years of practise.

Did you like the way I sucked you off, Daddy? Do you want more?

And that mutt....he's the complete opposite. A poor, ill-mannered, smelly, trash talking dog, with crappy duelling skills.

Fuck me again.

He may be all those things, but he is beautiful. Yeah, I'll admit that. No, the reason I chose him, was because he's been through similar shit. Yeah, I've heard the stories, but so has everybody else. It's no secret....all those things that go on at the Wheeler house, or should I say kennel? Dog pound, maybe?

What attracts me to him, is the fact that he's been contaminated, corrupted, ruined. Or in a much better word - fucked with. Just like I had been. Do I feel sorry for him? Hell no. I wanna mess up his pretty little head even more. Why shouldn't I?

Yes, I want to fuck him.

I want to hurt him.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the many scenarios, running through my head, involving, the mutt and myself, in lot's of different, erm, positions.

Bad Puppy. Bow down to your Master.

I get up, noticing that Im already 10 minutes late for my afternoon class, but not really caring. Who cares anyway? I sure as Hell don't. I take my time walking back to school.

When I walk in through the door, Im greeted by a scowling teacher. She gets even more pissed off, when I don't have a very good reason for being late. True, I could have made something up, with my brilliant mind, I guess, I could have had a dozen reasonable excuses, but I couldn't have cared less at that very moment.

Oh yes, the brilliant and oh so sexy Seto Kaiba,
had a plan. A very devious plan.

I could see the mutt gawking at me, through the corner of my eye. In fact, the whole fucking class was gawking at me. Fuck them, all I wanted was the mutt.

I answered back rudely and defiantly, to just about every question the bitch threw at me. In the end, she got too pissed off to handle me, and gave me detention.

Good. That's exactly what I had wanted.

The rest of the class went slow. Real slow. When the lesson finally ended, the only people that were left were, myself, the teacher and of course the mutt, who just about always, got detention, for one thing or another.

You need to be punished, Pup.

By getting myself detention, I had a reasonably good excuse, for seeing the mutt after school hours and of course, without his stupid friends, getting in the way. It was Friday and everybody had been keen to get away from, the Hell Hole, that they called school.

During my time spent in detention, I kept looking over to the golden haired little puppy. He kept shifting in his seat and was looking very nervous, for some reason. Good, he should be nervous. He won't be able to sit down for at least a week, after I get through with him, tonight.

He looks at me, questioningly, as to why I had been staring at him, through-out nearly the whole hour. I wink at him, well aware that I have the most evil smirk upon my gorgeous face.

I see him blush. Damn, he's so cute like that. I could take him now, but if I did, then I'd probably give the teacher a heart attack. No, tonight. I will have him tonight.

He will be mine. Seto Kaiba, always gets what he wants.

When the God forsaken detention ended, he shot out of his seat, immediately. However, I easily caught up with him, in the hallway.

Nobody gets away, from Seto Kaiba.

He had looked surprised and jumpy, when I had grabbed his shoulder. Being almost 4:40, the corridor was deserted. Wanting to get straight to the point, I grabbed him in a bruising kiss.

After a while, I pulled away from him. Smirking, I coldly say five words. "Are you coming with me?"
He looked unsure. Very unsure. I pulled him into another fierce kiss.

"Did you like that?" I asked, when I pulled away, running my hand, not so gently, through his golden hair.

He nodded. He looked afraid.

Afraid of what? Afraid of me? If that was the case, then, good. Let him be scared. Im his master. He should be scared.

Without another word, I drag him through the empty school and into my awaiting limo. He doesn't fight me. He doesn't even argue. It was strange. Joey "the mutt" Wheeler wasn't usually the type of person, to let things slide. Maybe he wanted this too?

I sat, motionless, ignoring him completely, during the whole limo ride. He was silent too. Probably thinking about what was happening, in that little doggy brain of his.

I pulled him out of the limo, as soon as we arrived at my mansion. I drag him inside, strangely enjoying the fact, that I was nearly choking him in the process, of doing so.

I drag him all the way, up to my room, relieved that Mokuba was spending the week at a friend's house. He would not want to see, or hear for that matter, what I was going to do to my Puppy, since
Mokuba and the mutt know each other, quite well. The mutt was starting to squirm and complain about the way I was treating him. Too late now, Pup. There is no escape.

I shove him onto my king sized bed, and climbed on top of him. I give him another hard kiss, nearly shoving my tongue down his throat. He tastes of chocolate. Surprise, surprise. Can't he do anything else, besides stuff his cute face, with food all day? He tries to put up a fight for dominance....but in the end I over-power him.

Stupid mutt.

I pull his t-shirt up over his head, and fling it across the room. Moving my head down, I bite down harshly onto his neck. He cries out and I smirk. Moving further down, I close my lips over his nipple, and I begin to suck, whilst my hand plays with the other one.

His fingers are entwined in my hair and he begins to moan, as I suck harder. Yep, he's definitely enjoying this. I couldn't care less though, I'd still be doing this, even if he wasn't enjoying it.
I switch nipples and bite down on it, and he whimpers weakly. And believe it or not, his pathetic whimpering is turning me on, even more.
Damn, I had to taste him. No, not in that way. I grab a small gothic dagger from my bed side table and stare at the blonde, that Im straddling.

So beautiful. He may be stupid. He may be a worthless mutt. But he was beautiful.

Let's play with the beautiful Puppy.

He looks up at me, with fear, in his pretty brown eyes.

"Take it easy, Pup. It's okay. I just wanna taste." I whisper, not wanting to scare him, into panicking or something.

Let's make the Puppy bleed.

He nods, still looking scared. I smirked, my eyes showing no kindness whatsoever. Bringing the blade down to the Puppy's chest, I made a long thin horizontal cut, across the pale flesh. He flinched at the stinging sensation.

I moved my head down and gently licked the blood away from the cut. I hear him gasp and I smiled inwardly. He tasted intoxicating. Im in no way a vampire. I just have this strange fascination of blood. Probably because I had bled so much, as a kid.

After having given him, countless smirks, I give him a smile and then I gently kiss him, on his cute little nose. Where the fuck did that come from? He stares at me, astonished at my soft gesture.

I put two of my fingers near his cut, so that they're covered in the red liquid, then I put them in his mouth, so that he can taste his own blood.
He begins to suck on them, and I start to get even more aroused, with the feeling. I pull my fingers away, unbutton my pants, which were now feeling tighter, and flip him over, so that, now, Im lying on the bed and he's on top of me.

I push his head down. He know's what he has to do.
Obey your Master, Pup.

I start to feel him suck. And, shit, I never imagined that it would feel this good, to have him sucking me off. I feel his tongue over my tip, and

I shudder. He sucks harder and harder, taking me deep inside his throat. I finally come and he swallows everything, that I've released.
I lie there for a little while, still feeling the after effects of the orgasm, while he gently nibbles on my ear.

Let's hurt the Puppy.

His arms are wrapped around me, and so are his legs. I free my arm, and give him a harsh slap. He rolls away from me, nearly falling off the bed, with the impact of my hand.

Let's make the Puppy whimper.

He stares at me, one hand over his cheek, where I'd hit him and with a hurt _expression on his face, but he doesn't say anything. Heh, he's too far gone. He's under my spell. He'll let me do whatever the fuck I want.

I stare back, pinning him to the spot, with my cold eyes. My pretty blue eyes. To be completely honest with myself, the reason I had slapped him, was because of the "nice gesture" I had displayed earlier. I never smile at anybody. How the fuck, did the mutt get one of my precious smiles? I was angry with myself for showing such weakness, by being gentle with him.

I wasn't fucked gently. Why should you be fucked any differently?

No, I had to show the mutt, who was in charge. I couldn't be soft with him. I had to be firm....and harsh.

I pull him closer, he seems a little unwilling now, but I change that, by giving him another bruising kiss. I pull away, smirk, then I slap him again. I love hurting people. Especially during sex. Who would have thought that I was this perverted? This sadistic? Heh, that's what I was saying before. Nobody really knows me. Im worse than the cold hearted CEO, that everybody is so familiar with.
Much worse.

Beg, Puppy.

I look at the mutt, there are tears in his eyes, but he doesn't cry. I don't feel bad or guilty, in the least, for what I've just done. Pushing him back down on the bed, I undo his jeans and pull down his boxers.

All mine. I own you, now....actually, I always have....

I take him in my hand and start to jerk him off. And not too gently either. He cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Im handling him roughly....really roughly. And he likes it. I guess he's got a little masochistic side too.....just like me.

Want to know something else? I loved every moment of being fucked by my stepfather. I pretended that, I didn't. But really, I did. I just couldn't get enough of it. I wanted him to fuck me, to hurt me, every single night. I yearned for it. I guess, deep down, I wanted to be loved. And I thought that, by letting him fuck me, he'd learn to love me. I was wrong. Dead wrong. Fuck love.

Hurt me, Daddy. Make me scream....

I squeeze harder, and he comes into my hand. He lays there, breathing heavily for several moments, before smiling up at me. I give him another sharp slap.

"What the fuck have I done, that would give you the reason, to smile at me?" I bark. Pretty ironic, since he's the mutt.

I can see him trembling. I can tell that he's trying not to cry. He grabs my hand and tells me that he loves me. I feel my eyes soften....just a bit.... and then they are back to normal. Cold, hard and piercing. I slap him again.

Crystal tears, shadows, in your pretty eyes. Cry for me.

And this time, he does cry. He curls up on the bed, sobbing. I stare down at him for a few seconds, then I lean down, stroke his soft hair tenderly and gently lick his salty tears away.

Heh, Im so fucking unpredictable, aren't I?

He stops crying and stares at me, confused by my actions. His eyes are wide and hopeful and there's a huge bruise forming already, from the many times I had slapped him. I reach for my dagger, I feel him stiffen, waiting to be cut again. But instead, I run the blade over my own arm, making a thin, shallow cut. The blood begins to seep out and I push my arm, to his lips.

Let us be bound together by blood....let us share a bond so deep.

He kisses my wounded arm briefly, letting the blood stain his lips, before licking it off the surrounding skin, then sucking it out gently, from the cut. And damn, it feels so good. I close my eyes for a few moments, revelling in the sensation, of my blood being slowly sucked out. I then pull my arm away and kiss him softly, on his bloodstained lips. I move down to his neck, he moans as I caress his soft, pale skin, with my tongue.

Straddling him, once more, I kiss him yet again, deepening the kiss, I explore his mouth with my tongue. I can taste my own blood in his mouth, and it feels fucking amazing. It tastes fucking amazing.
I part his legs painfully. "You want this right?" I ask.

He nods. But that is all I need. I don't give him a chance to speak, he's agreed to being fucked and that's all I need.

Now the fun begins....

Without warning, I thrust myself, harshly into him, making him cry out in agony. Not giving him any time to adjust, to the intrusion, I start pumping in and out of his body, at a fast, rhythmic pace. Damn, he's so tight. He cries out, pain evident in his eyes....but do I stop? Like Hell I do. No, I keep on pounding him to the bed. His cries and screams making me go even faster, even harder....

No mercy.

If he had told me not to, then I wouldn't have fucked him. I wouldn't have. I may have slapped him for it, or beat the fuck out of him, but I never would have forced him, into doing it. I may be a lot of things, but Im certainly not a rapist. All those people I fucked....not one of them was forced into it. No, Im not like Gozuburo, that bastard. I gave the mutt a choice. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted it.

Why don't you scream for me, Pup?

Im still pounding into him, but he's getting used to it now. Not only is he screaming in pain, he's also moaning in pleasure. He's even weakly, thrusting himself up towards me, gasping, eyes clenched shut. I give him another slap. He opens his eyes and I smirk down at him.

How does it feel? Is the pain killing you?

By this time, I can feel it, my release is coming closer. I reach down and start to pump his arousal, in time with my thrusts. He comes in my hand, screaming my name. After several seconds, I too follow.

For a while, we just lie there, side by side, listening to each other breathing. He cuddles up next to me, and then breaks the silence, by telling me that he loves me. I feel him stiffen, awaiting another slap. But this time, there is no slap.

Just because I was hurt, by my stepfather, doesn't mean I have to go around hurting others. What the fuck will that ever do for me, except fill me with cold, perverse satisfaction? I'd been hurting people for years, the satisfaction was good....but then, it always went away and I'd be left with nothing....nothing except, a aching loneliness.

If I had someone to love and someone who loved me, then I'd never be alone. And why shouldn't I take a chance on love? True, I may get hurt. But isn't it better having loved and lost, then to never have loved at all? I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be bitter or angry. I want to be loved.

And this beautiful person loves me, my golden haired Puppy loves me. Even after all the awful things I've done, to him and to his friends. And he doesn't love me just because Im Seto Kaiba, the multi-billionaire. He loves me for me. And nobody has ever loved me like that before, except Mokuba. Joey loves me in spite of all my bad faults.

Amazing how one epiphany can change your life. I guess, deep in my heart, I was just longing to be loved. My heart's not cold or empty, it's filled with loneliness and an aching, for something more then, just pain and bitterness.

I feel him start to cry, having taken my silence as another rejection. I sit up quickly and scoope him into my arms, and sit him down on my lap. I wipe away his tears gently and kiss him tenderly on the lips. Brushing his golden bangs, away from his lovely eyes, I smile at him. A real smile, a genuine smile and then I place another soft kiss on his cute little nose, before saying "I love you too, Pup. I guess I always have. I just hadn't realised it, until a few moments ago."

He smiles at me, then leans his head against my chest. I tilt his chin up, so that I can see his face. I feel a pang of guilt, when I see the horrible bruise on his cheek....the bruise that I had given him. I run my fingers across his cheek and he winces, and when he does, I feel a stab of pain in my heart.

"Im sorry for hitting you, I'll never do it again. I'll never let anything hurt you, ever again." I promise him, my eyes, no longer cold, but soft and sincere.

He tells me that it's okay, and snuggles down against me again. I hold him for a little while, until I hear him snoring, softly. I gently lay him back down, and hold him in my embrace, until I too, fall asleep.

When I awake in the morning, I feel like a completely different person. I am actually looking forward to spending the day, with my little Puppy.

I take a few minutes to gaze down at my love. He was still asleep and he looked ever so cute, curled up next up me....and hogging all of the blanket.
I watch him stir, and then he wakes up, and smiles at me, bringing in, even more sunshine and happiness into my once dark, painful world. I couldn't believe how my life had changed in just one night.

I lean down and place a gentle kiss on his soft lips. He kisses me back. And then, that one simple kiss leads to sex. And it was different this time.

I didn't fuck him, no, I made love to my sweet little Pup. And believe me, there's a huge difference. It wasn't frenzied, wild or harsh. No, it was sweet, gentle and sensual. And when we came, it was together, and I held him in my embrace the whole time, whispering how much I loved him, over and over again.

And after that, damn, I was a new man. I no longer felt angry at the world and everybody in it. I felt happy. Happy to be alive. Mokuba saw the change in me, almost instantly. He was happy, for me and Joey, and so were his friends. I even learned how to be civil to Yami and Yugi. I was able to laugh at myself and have fun, but most importantly I was able to love someone and let them love me in return. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was open. My dark side had been filled with light and love. I was free.

Author's Note: Ahh shit, sorry for the mushy and oh so fluffy ending! And that was my first ever lemon scene, by the way ;-) I had a huge massive blush, when I wrote that. In fact, Im still blushing! This is, by far, the craziest shit I've ever written.
I kinda wanted it to be a dark fic, filled with angst, but I guess I failed miserably at the end, didn't I? Oh well....*sighs*....next time I suppose.