I wrote this a while ago, but couldn't come up with an ending. So I'm gonna have multiple endings. When I get around to writing them...

Joey ran through the downpouring rain, making it hard to tell he was crying. You know, except for the puffy, bloodshot eyes and the sniffling and hoarse sobs. 'Oh, fatha, why mus' ya treat me so badly? Ya jus' drink and yell a' me n' pass out. Ya ha'dly even talk to ya own son anymore any kinda civilized like! It's bad enough dat I'm workin' five jobs ta pay fer ya gambling! But I know it's all my fault. I neva tought leavin' out all my poetry about my smexy dragon who's a CEO and also a guy would lead to ya knowing dat I'm gay! Dat's nuts!'

As he started to daydream about his "smexy dragon" and his smexy flowy trenchcoats and his only slightly psycho laughter that he wish was directed at him in a better way, despite the fact that he was in crippling pain and had probably broken several things, he stopped at once when he swore he spotted that very person. That happened many times a day because he was slightly obsessed, but he wasn't gonna pass up an opportunity! Forgetting about his anguish temporarily, he ran up anxiously, ready to remember every detail of their meeting so he could post it in his blog.

Kaiba had his head in his hands, and even though his face couldn't be seen, looked like he hadn't eaten or slept in several days; and he hadn't, because he was far too busy and important a person for simplistic needs like surviving. Joey gasped. 'Is he crying?'

Joey stood there for several minutes dumbly, Seto completely oblivious to his presence. "Seto-sama?" he asked worriedly.

Seto slowly raised his head, bags under his eyes in complete misery, tracks of tears clear on his super manly features of manliness. "Pup?"

Joey held in a squeal. 'Di' he just call me Pup? OH MY GAH, DAT'S SO CUTE! HE CALLED ME PUP! Even dough he clearly hates me...' He was sad again. "Whassa matta?"

Seto cleared his throat, crossed his arms and gave his generic 'I'm a multi-million dollar CEO, who are you to talk to me?' look. "What are you talking about? I wasn't crying uncharacteristically like a whiny girl because I had a fight with Mokuba because I was too busy with my ultra important gaming work to feed him which isn't my fault that he won't learn to get over such useless humanistic feelings. Why are people always so intrusive? So you can tell the press all about me, huh? See, that's why I don't let people get past my icy exterior, they always betray me in the end. But the terrible loneliness, I can't stand it," he said, shaking slightly. "By the way, you have something on your shirt. And your arm... And your face. And your neck... And-"

Joey broke into harsh sobs, "I know! I know aready! I neva told anyone dis, but my fatha beats me! I don' do anyting about it 'cause if I go live somewhere else, I won' be allowed ta drink anymore 'til I'm ol' enough! It's not fair!"

Seto bent down, gently grabbing onto his "pup"'s chin, leaning in until they were almost touching, and began running his tongue along the tears erotically. Joey shuttered. In a bad way. "Wha' da hell-"

"Shhhh," Seto hissed seductively, pressing a finger to Joey's lips. "It's okay," he whispered, "I know. I've always known. You don't even hide it well, you just got lucky your friends are complete morons."

"Wait," Joey pushed him away in sudden anger, "Ya knew? Ya knew n ya did notin'? Ya freakin' rich! Ya coulda done sometin' ya basta'd!"

Seto gathered his lost puppy in his arms, shushing him once again as he went back to crying. "Because I knew you had to do it for yourself. It would mean more that way. But it hurt so much, seeing you like that. You believe I have your best interest in mind, right?"

Joey nodded pathetically, returning the embrace.

"Good boy." He tilted Joey's head up, sticking his tongue in his pup's mouth like the hormonal teenager he was.

Joey's eyes closed, unconsciously bringing his arms around Seto's neck. He was in complete bliss. His dragon tasted like cinnamon. Probably because of the cinnamon flavored mints he was stuffing down his throat all day long, but nevertheless...

Seto pulled back, gagging and spluttering at the awful mix of tastes. He quickly pulled out his Altoids tin and shoved a handful in his mouth. Oh, that would burn later alright, but it was worth it now. "What was that?"

Joey looked down in embarrassment. "Well... ya knew my dad beat me, n I di'n't brush my teeth dis morning, and..."

Seto crossed his arms, dissatisfied. "Yeah, whatever. I'll fix that with my awesome riches. By the way, you might want to see a doctor..."

"Nope."

"Okay."

Seto stood up, offering a hand to his puppy, who gladly took it. "So, what now?"