Hi! OMG Arlena's first fic! It's so weird to be writing this stuff…I've read sooo many fanfics, but this is my first attempt at one of my own. It's YGO, of course, especially since it's my fave Anime of the moment. Anyway, I really need to thank Ketsi, for support, reading through the random crack I come up with and stuffs. Also and kinda important, for letting me post on her account. X3X3 huggles Anyway…onto the important stuff.

Disclaimer: Arlena does NOT, and I repeat does NOT OWN YU GI OH! Kazuki Takahashi-sama does. And being the genius man that he is deserves any and all praise you can fling his way lol.

Overall Warnings: Yaoi (that's guy on guy if you didn't know), a bit of lime (maybe lemon depending on how this goes), eventual serious angst, eventual rape, eventual darkfic, major Yuugi torture (I do love him…honest ), Brit terminology.

Chapter Warnings: Yaoi, lime, some angst.

Spoilers: end of YuGiOh, Yami's real name.

Pairings: mainly Seto/Jou, but also some Jou/Yuugi and splatterings of Atemu/Yuugi.

I'm using the Japs names, because I read the manga first and some of the dub names are annoying. So for those who don't know:

Joey Wheeler Katsuya Jonouchi

Yugi Moto Yuugi Mutou

Zigfried Von Schroeder Siegfried Von Schroider

Yami/Atemu is the same

Seto Kaiba is the same

I think that's it.

"Speech"

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Dreams and such like are in italics.

It Never Ends

Chapter 1

A hot, burning mouth trailed down his trembling, sweat slicked body. Small, sharp teeth nipped, making him cry out in longing. He arched up under the skilled hands of his lover, eagerly voicing his pleasure; hearing a low dark chuckle in response.

"Please…" he gasped out. "Please…I need you…I want you."

A low purr was his only response.

"Please!" his voice was harsh from his cries. He whined as that delicious mouth pulled away, only to be confronted with a twin set of blazing, blood red suns. He panted, staring into the eyes of his lover, his only love, the only keeper of his heart. He smiled up at the other, the bloody eyes crinkled as the other smiled back. His breath caught as his lover leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Sorry, Little One…" the words were soft and rumbled pleasantly into his ear, "Sorry I can't stay."

Suddenly the hot, hard weight that had held him, comforted him even as it aroused him, was gone, to be replaced by a chill wind that froze his bones. An aching feeling of loss swallowed his joy, stealing the warmth from his heart, and…

…Yuugi Mutou sat up in bed gasping harshly in the wake of an arousing dream turned nightmare. He trembled and huddled in the bed covers; that even though warmed from his body heat, felt cold against his slender shaking form.

The same dream kept coming back, again and again, night after night; ever since the ceremonial battle where his darker half, the former Pharaoh he'd only ever known as Yami finally left for the afterlife he'd been denied for 3000 years. At least he'd been Yami until they'd travelled into the Pharaoh's lost memories and after many trials had finally discovered Yuugi's darker half's true name. But Yuugi could never call his Yami, Atemu. Somehow it seemed wrong to change that. The powerful, crimson eyed spirit would forever be Yami to him.

But it was only once Yami had left that the dreams had begun. He could never remember the details of the dream…more nightmare really, only a feeling of warmth and completeness that was roughly ripped away.

The nineteen-year-old turned and glanced at his alarm clock, large violet eyes widening as he saw it was only 3.25am. Yuugi groaned and ran his fingers through his highly unusual, wild, spiky hair; dark ebony tipped in magenta flaring away from gravity, a soft cherubic face surrounded by lightening bolts of gold. He was pale…almost too pale, and just slender enough to get away with it, considering his height.

Yuugi flopped back on his bed with a groan. He knew that he probably wouldn't get a huge amount of sleep now he was awake. Didn't stop him from trying of course, he had college in the morning. He groaned and attempted to smother himself in his pillow, nine o'clock lectures were creations of the Devil.

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Gentle warmth, comfort, soft breath, soft body, so warm under him. He moaned and sank deeper…but this wasn't right. Why was he here, why did this matter again? Soft body, warm body, why? Warm purple eyes gazed back at him, soft lips, long delicate lashes.

Too soft, only warm? Lashes too long…too false, harsh high cries. His soul cried out for more. Purple eyes turned cold, harsh high laughter. Soft body pushing him away. This wasn't what he wanted.

Cold purple become gentle laughing violet. High screams become lower cries. Tiny form arching up.

"Jou…only yours," gentle warm voice, heat, love, his.

Gentle smile, so far away. His arms were cold, where there once was heat.

Gentle warm voice full of tears, "I'm so sorry."

Violet eyes glowing with tears, with sorrow.

Violet becomes cold blue, cold glare, burning heat. HEAT!

"Yah!"

Katsuya Jonouchi sat up with a shout, well muscled, bare chest heaving. A trembling hand pushed wild blonde off his sweaty forehead, warm brown eyes dilated in shock.

"Well that was an odd dream," he voiced out loud, his speech shaking a little. At first it had seemed to be dream about his old girlfriend Mai Kujaku. They'd had something, a very brief, sweet something. But not something that went anywhere. After going out for three weeks they'd both come to a unanimous decision that they weren't for each other. Especially since Jou apparently had very little desire to sleep with her.

Something which made his dream even more confusing. He was sure that first part was about Mai. But he didn't remember her being like that…so cold and laughing at him like that.

After that it just got worse. Violet eyes. Jou blinked… "No way," he whispered. Why was he dreaming about his best friend like that? "Yuugi?"

He stubbornly ignored the blue eyes at the end…and how they made him feel.

He flopped back and glanced at his alarm clock, "Shit," he whispered. Why did he have to wake up at 4.25am? He turned around and buried his handsome face in his pillow. Well, at least he didn't have to get up until 11am. His course was computer programming so he started at 12 tomorrow with a practical.

He smirked slightly, the Egyptology students had a lecture at 9am he knew. "Poor Yuugi," he sniggered softly. His laughter died as the memory of the dream returned. "What the hell is going on?" he whispered as he drifted off again.

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The cold darkness seeped into his bones, imbedding itself until he couldn't tell where he ended and it began. He stood silently, gazing into the blackness, he didn't know where he was…he didn't care.

So cold…so very cold.

Images of his life…of people he cared about, once, a long time ago…flitted about him, then fading away as they had...in that long ago age. Memories of hardships remembered and felt. Pain of whip, blur of exhaustion, ache of brain used too much too often and too young. Longing of forgotten love…melting away into the darkness.

Sobs filled the blackness…empty echoes of a soul left alone in the dark too long.

Warmth.

Laughing brown eyes, laughing at words others say. Never at him…only ever anger for him. How he wished for those laughing brown eyes to see his way.

So beautiful.

Pained violet…empty cry, "I'm so sorry."

Seto Kaiba awoke.

Sitting up in soft silk sheets, silvery blue like his dragons, he glared at the wall in front of him. Cold blue eyes cast their harsh gaze about the large, expensively furnished room. Seeing nothing amiss he flopped back down, perfectly cut chocolate coloured hair spreading around his head, low bangs falling in his eyes.

"What the hell was that for?" he growled to himself. The dream was a familiar one…the cold emptiness had always followed him. He found joy in his little brother, his smiling presence banishing the darkness from his soul during the day. But during the night hours it returned, stealing him away in its icy clutches.

For some reason he couldn't fathom, warm brown eyes were beginning to encroach in what had only ever been the darkness' domain. He couldn't understand why thoughts of the mutt eased his pain and thawed the darkness.

He couldn't understand the cry at the end.

Pushing such thoughts from his mind he glanced at the wall where his clock projected the time in stark red letters. 5.25am. He sighed sadly and began getting up. He usually got up at 6am…but he wasn't getting back to sleep now. He might even get some work done.

Wow…finished , the first part anyway . So, since this is my first attempt, some feedback would be greatly appreciated.

That's the polite way of saying pleasepleasepleaseplease review!!! Oh…and any flames will be used to break my student Halls fire health and safety rules…which will get me in trouble . So please don't.