This is actually supposed to be the second ending, but I wrote it first...

A tired chuckle was heard from Kaiba.

"Wha's sa funny?"

Kaiba bowed his head, cheeks reddening. "It's just... I'm so filled with Joey, Joey." His blush darkened when he got no reaction. "You get it? Because Joey sounds kind of like- n-nevermind."

Joey frowned, confusion evident. 'Wha's he 'sinuatin? 'e couldn't mean... We 'aven't even made out wiv our tongues battlin' fer dom'nance 'til we needs ta breave yet.'

"Joey," Kaiba said, forcing a small smile onto his lips. Fear was reflected in his eyes. "There's something I need to tell you..."

Joey's eyes widened at the reluctance in the tone of voice. He raised his hands shakily. "Oh, no. We 'aven't even- and 'ow does a guy even- N-no..."

"I can't," he sighed, completely ignoring what Joey had said. "I can't do it out here. Let's go somewhere more private. Like a restaurant. It would be best if you were eating."

Joey was led out of the park by Kaiba, who didn't seem to notice the hyperventilating teen the whole way. Unfortunately, he couldn't wriggle his arm out of the hold. 'Ren! Trist'! Yugi! Fada! 'elp me!'

--

"Are you enjoying your sundae?"

Joey nodded, shoveling another bite into his pried open mouth to join the rest that kept coming up. "Sa ya needed ta tell meh sometin'?"

Kaiba adverted his gaze worriedly, fiddling his thumbs. "You see, the thing is, Joey... I was going to hide this from you, but over time, you'll definitely find out." Joey held his mouth. "Mokuba would want you to know, because he likes to meddle in other people's business, and, I just can't risk that. I kind of..."

Joey felt like his was about to burst into tears. 'ohgahohgahohgahwhymeeee!?'

"I've liked you for a while now." His bottom lip trembled with emotion, apparently shame. "I used to... start fights with you on purpose, and glare at you in class just to see you pay attention to me. A few times, I even... had erotic dreams with me and... the blue eyes. And you. I'm sorry. I tried to get a lobotomy, but Mokuba said that I couldn't be a CEO then."

"You..."

Kaiba moved to get up. "I knew this was a bad idea," he whispered glumly.

"Hey," Joey snapped, grabbing his arm. "Why d'ya feel da need ta insult meh every chance ya get?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't..."

"I's dat bad ta like me, huh?" He pouted, arms crossed childishly. "I'll have ya know, tons a gals go fer me."

"I-I didn't- m-mean that at all..." Kaiba stuttered, confused voice breaking, sounding like his heart was as well.

Joey walked up next to him, leaning one hand on the table. "Bu' why were ya sa embarrassed by i'?"

"Because..." He kept his head low. "I'm a CEO, and..."

"I's arrigh'," Joey assured him. "How long was dis goin' on?"

Kaiba had his arms around himself uneasily. "Three years."

"Really?" Joey breathed, astonished. He failed to mention he had also been borderline--if you can even say that--obsessed for a few years. Somehow, he now felt like he had some kind of upper hand in the relationship, or something. He wasn't going to ruin that. Instead, he stole a kiss. "Let's go home."

--

Kaiba put his coat on the hanger, Joey hanging off his arm. Or the other way around, it was hard to tell when they couldn't keep their hands off eachother and had now become bound into one with their hearts and all.

"Seto, you're home!" came a headache inducing screech, neither able to prepare before they were both tackled to the floor by a likely insane child that resembled a monkey hidden in a great mess of black fur/hair. "Oh my God, Joey! I didn't even notice you there, you looked like one being! What are you doing here? Did my brother finally tell you that he's been madly obsessively in love with you for the past three years and that he writes about all of his fantasies in his journal-"

"Mokuba!" Seto interrupted heatedly. "How do you- I tore up all my journal pages!"

"I know, Seto," Mokuba whined, "But I got bored, so I took them out of the trash and put them together again. And I needed something new to read because you made me read all the books in the library and won't let me read fiction because I don't need any more of that hocus pocus bullshit, so I read them."

Joey's face lit up, smirking at the CEO evilly. "Ah? Tell meh 'bout dem den. Wa' dey any good?"

"Well," Mokuba scratched what was probably his head, "I guess. It was really graphic, but it was kind of amateurishly written."

"Mokuba..." Kaiba seethed, unable to really do anything because he was still connected to Joey.

"Don't worry, big brother!" Mokuba smiled, not like anyone could see, "I'll leave you and Joey alone so you can act out all the things I read." He ran off giggling.

Kaiba growled, "Sometimes, that kid..."

"Don' warry 'bout i'. Basides, 'is suggestion migh' be fun."

Kaiba blushed again as the two went upstairs.

"Sa wha' 'bout tellin' me dose stories?" Joey asked suggestively, both now dressed in their pajamas. Kaiba had on steely blue silk pajamas that easily blended with his eyes and had in white cursive writing, 'KC' in the middle, below it a crudely written, 'S+J 4evr!'. Joey borrowed a pair of powder yellow pajamas with a dancing chick and bunny on it. It had the same writing.

Kaiba punched his arm playfully. "How about we make out until we get bored?"

Joey would have responded with a well thought out, 'Why, that sounds perfectly fine. Though, I'd rather do the other thing,' in actual, factual good English, but he wasn't given a chance. However, he was blown away at the sudden passion being pressed against and into his mouth. It was as if the icy CEO was pouring all of his hidden emotions into him, the love and the pain and the anger and the etc, letting them be absorbed into his very soul in the vicious cycle that was their romance, only to be cruelly torn apart by the merciless requirement of breathing, and to be started once again.

"I wuv you, Pup," Kaiba panted, overtaken by exhaustion and resorting to cuddling.

Joey smiled, the first true smile in his whole entire life. "I wuv yas ta, Dragon."

--

The next morning, Seto 'Puppy Master' Kaiba and Joey 'Dragon Tamer' Wheeler were awoken by the door slamming into the wall, followed by a hyperactive bundle of sugar bouncing onto their bed, and legs. "Look Seto, Seto! Seto, read this, Seto!" He shouted, shoving the morning newspaper into the yawning face of Kaiba. His eyes scanned over it as he grumbled obscenities under his breath. His sleepiness quickly faded, his eyes urgently pressingly serious. "Thank you, Mokuba. Please give us a moment alone," he said in his old voice void of emotion. Joey frowned, knowing it must be something urgently pressingly serious.

"Wha's wrang, Dragon?" He asked softly so as not to startle or frighten the brooding creature.

"I'll tell you once you're dressed," he answered, already shutting the bathroom door.

Joey complied and unzipped his chicky pajamas. 'I wonda what 'appened. 'E's actin' all different fram lasnigh'. I'd give anytin' ta 'ave 'im in mah a'ms fer anoda nigh'... Don' matta anyways. Whateva, oua love will make i' trough. Ah feel like I gah sometin' I've been waitin' fer all my life. I'll neva be lonely again. En neida will you, mah Dragon.'

"Look at this," Kaiba demanded, not having the patience for his daydreams.

Joey's loving greeting caught in his throat as he gazed at the picture on the front page of them at the restaurant, the whole page filled with false information about their life together that didn't exist until yesterday. "D-Dragon..."

Kaiba lowered the paper, throwing Joey his shoes. "In other words, get out, don't be seen, move out, and never come back, ever again."

Joey could hardly breathe, much a repeat of the day before. "Wha'?"

"We're breaking up."

"Oh. Bu'... Bu', I tought ya wuved me!" The hot tears of betrayal almost welled up in his eyes, but they didn't yet.

Kaiba turned his head to the side. "I do. So much that it hurts, even when you're right beside me. But I'm a CEO. I can't deal with these rumors right now. Goodbye, Joey."

Without making a movement, he was now outside of the mansion, and his dragon was gone. Trembling fingers reached into his pocket and honey eyes watered while he pushed the numbers rhythmically, if you thought about it. "Mammy? Mah boyfren' broked up wiv me!"