I wanna meet someone AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *runs around in violent circles*

Okay, have you ever met someone—over the internet—talked to them—la-di-da—and now you wanna meet them! But you can't. You see, the internet is like the number one hunting ground for rapists and pedos right? This fact SUCKS!

I hate rapists. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! So you know what, RAPE YOURSELVES IF YOU'RE SO DESPERATE, ASSBUTTS!

Okay, it has been told to me (by the great Lord T.V.) that they go after people because they like the fear and the chase. But you know what? IT'S CALLED ROLEPLAY AND SEXTOYS, ASSBUTTS!

Why can't some people think with their heads (the one on their shoulders) instead of their crotches...Gods, life would be so much easier if they did.

Anyways, onto the story.

Wheeler

Katsuya Jounouchi was a cop. A rather good one too. He worked more with juvenile delinquents (despite the fact he wanted to work in an area where he could work with people who abused their children, but apparently the supervisor had been warned what happened last time Katsuya had in his old department, so he settled for the next best thing) than anything else, and he'd written his fair share of speeding tickets, however he was completely lost when it came to practically himself.

"Joey Wheeler, back again, eh?"

Joey Wheeler had to be his favorite juvie. He and the other Japanese-American had somehow bonded. Katsuya had guessed it had something to do with their almost too similar childhoods, despite Katsuya being gay, and their identical ethnicity.

"Katsuya," Wheeler said, raising his head and showing his lovely, black and blue shiner on his left eye. Wheeler had never called him Jou, like Katsuya's friends had, and Katsuya had excepted it. He figured it'd be weird if you had to call someone who used to be so much like you something similar to your own name. Besides, the moment they had met they'd somehow made a connection bigger than just friends. "Yep."

Katsuya sat down next to Wheeler in the waiting seats. It was around one in the morning and very little was going on, so the other cops around the building were soft spoken and relaxed, and the rest of the waiting room was empty. "That's pretty nasty, ya want somethin' for it?"

Wheeler looked down and twiddled his thumbs. He couldn't really do much more, his hands were in handcuffs, tying him down. "Yeah...that'd be nice."

Katsuya raised his hand to pat Wheeler on the back and Wheeler flinched. Katsuya's heart wrenched. There was something wrong, and he knew it. He knew that flinching habit, he, himself, had it for years even after he had gotten away from his abusive father. The thing was, even when he had gone over to Wheeler's home the father didn't act like he did, and Wheeler refused to say anything.

He remembered being like that, feeling alone and lost. It made the same helpless feeling return to him as he sat there as softly patting Wheeler's back. "I'll be right back, okay. If Mae comes ta get ya, tell her I said ta wait."

Wheeler nodded, and hid his eyes with his bangs.

Katsuya sighed and got up to go to his office where he kept the ice-packs and bandages, his own little first aid station. Along with his own little snack bar in his drawers, Katsuya would be set to live there if his overworking boyfriend decided to be an exceptional asshole (which he had, once or twice) and Katsuya felt like he couldn't even think about his face without getting angry.

He grabbed a paper towel and his old, beat-up, green corduroy jacket as after thoughts, stuffing them into a pillow (he said he was set) and grabbed a blanket, not to mention the first aid kit, the snacks, and the ice pack themselves. He couldn't forget the important stuff, now could he?

He locked his office, twisting the key thrice because he got the only annoying lock in the entire office (though it did keep the supervisor out) and left to get the patiently waiting Wheeler.

Katsuya's heart rumbled, thinking of the boy. Every fiber of Katsuya told him to coddle the boy and play coochie-coochie-coo with him (figuratively of course, he couldn't even imagine the look of horror that Wheeler would get over his face if he actually did that), and to take him under his wing, but Wheeler had to want to be taken care of, and to admit that he wanted it. Knowing Wheeler, knowing himself, he knew it would take more than a few bruises to get him to seek help.

Pride could be a cold and lonely thing sometimes.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. What was he going to to with this kid? He felt like he shouldn't let him back on the streets, shouldn't let him be alone, but Katsuya had been a police long enough to know that despite what you know, you need cold, hard evidence.

"Jounouchi, taking Wheeler over again, eh?"

Katsuya jumped up at Mae, carrying her regular cup of black coffee. Despite Katsuya's lover's addiction to the caffeine, Katsuya never really got the thing of energy drinks, and especially not coffee. No matter how much milk or cream and sugar you put in it, it still tasted like roadkill. It was disgusting. And here both Mae and Seto drank it black!

"Yeah...Can't help it, really." He grinned, holding up all his supplies. "I kinda like the kid."

"Oh yeah?" Mae said, taking a practiced sip of her roadkill, "He kinda like likes you too. The entire time I told him you were off shift he fought me like he had rabies, but boy, when you came in and talked to him, he settled down like a fed puppy. I'm guessing poor Seto hears about the kid a lot too."

"All the time." Katsuya hummed and grinned, before he frowned and growled. Seto.

"Oooo," Mae observed, patting his shoulder, "looks like you got into another spat. That explains why you're here off shift again."

"As long as I don't work or get hurt, Supervisor said I could stay. She's a very understanding person."

"Is that before or after you got her son that rare card he wanted so bad?"

"I'm...gonna get back to Wheeler now."

"Uh-huh."

Katsuya grinned at her and walked back into the waiting room. Wheeler still sat there, lightly breathing and drooping forward tiredly. Katsuya's almost 'awed' at how cute the teenage boy was. Not that Wheeler would really appreciate it.

He walked over to the kid, getting down on one knee and tapping Wheeler's shoulder. Wheeler's arm shot up, instinctively swatting the offender away, and Katsuya instinctively ducked down to avoid it. "Wheeler, that ain't very nice."

Wheeler groaned and blinked, looking up. The poor thing looked exhausted, miserable, and ready for the day to be over. Katsuya smiled softly, only ready to grant this kid those wishes. "Katsuya...?"

"Yeah, come on, let me take care of ya real fast."

Wheeler furrowed his brow, sleepy and confused, and Katsuya had to smirk at him. This kid had to possibly be the best. There is no way that someone other than the two Kaibas he'd learn to love could possibly be that demanding of him with that kind of look.

Katsuya set the first-aid kit down and opened it, pulling out some cream and methodically putting it over the bruise on Katsuya's eye.

"That burns."

"It'll help."

"But it burns."

"So do my eyes, but ya don't see me lookin' away."

Wheeler snorted and playfully punched Katsuya's shoulder. Katsuya just smirked and handed him the icepack after he had wrapped it in the paper towel, holding it onto Wheeler's eye. He wished he could heal the kid, make it better so that he wouldn't feel any pain. It hurt Katsuya to see the kid in pain.

"Say here," Katsuya said, grabbing his pillowcase. "I'll be right back. Ya know what ta do."

Wheeler smiled, "Yeah, I'll keep the icepack on it."

Katsuya shook his head and dug out his jacket, wrapping it protectively around Wheeler's shoulders, "Here, ya look cold." Wheeler looked up at him, his chocolately brown eyes making Katsuya want to cuddle him close. This kid was just too cute.

Katsuya patted his head before padding away to the cells to make a bed for them.

-.-.-.-

"You have to admit, Jounouchi, ya look pretty silly carryin' a fifteen year old on your hip," Maitou said, taking another picture as Katsuya carried Wheeler to the empty cells. Katsuya just glared at him and he held his hands up defensively, "I'm just sayin'."

"I don't care, shut up and open the cell would-ja?"

Maitou smiled and followed orders, opening the cell and closing it and then locking it back up so Katsuya could (legally) take the handcuffs off of Wheeler's wrists. "You really care about that kid, don't you? You always take care of him like he's your own."

Katsuya set Wheeler down on the bed. He looked at the boy, sleeping fitlessly as a full puppy, and softly stroked his fingers through Wheeler's grungy hair. "Yeah..."

Carefully and quietly he unlocked the handcuffs and gave them to Maitou along with the keys, cuffs and possible weapons he had on his body. "Well, it's obvious."

Katsuya yawned, before grinning at him. "Is it? I thought I was doin' a good job of keepin' it a secret too."

Maitou chuckled, placing everything on the desk. "I'm guessin' you're goin' to join Wheeler in a nap? You're off shift."

"Damn crooked," Katsuya said, snuggling into the jail-cell bed next to Wheeler and coddling the teen next to him like he had wanted to all night. He slowly snaked his arm under Wheeler's head and allowed the teen's head to use his bicep as a pillow. He pulled the blankets tightly over them and looked at Maitou. "Could ya lower the lights a bit?"

"Yeah," Maitou said, heading for the the light switch, "Night."

Katsuya closed his eyes and mumbled a soft reply, before falling asleep himself.

-.-.-.-.-

Katsuya grumbled when the body next to his moved, and the loud sound of the cell opening and closing interrupted his sleep.

"You must be Wheeler."

"Who are you?"

"His lover."

Katsuya sneered and covered his head with his pillow. He wanted to sleep. It was too early for this crap!

"I've heard mix thing about you, Seto."

"I've heard a lot about you, myself, Joey Wheeler."

"He talks about me?"

"A lot."

"...really?"

"More than you can imagine. Isn't that hideous thing his?"

"It's comfortable."

"I know. That's what he always said. He wore it all the time when he was your age."

"You've known him that long?"

"He's been a thorn in my side that long."

"But don't you love him?"

"Yes, but that doesn't keep him from getting on my nerves. Why do you think he and I are both here? He's mad and I've come—out of my way, mind you—to apologize."

"You make it sound like he's not worth it."

"He's worth every miserable second I waste on him...And more."

Katsuya grumbled quietly about asshole-lovers and shifted around. Just a little longer would be nice...

"Seto—"

"Kaiba."

"—Seto, aren't you some big-time guy. I think I've seen you on T.V."

"Katsuya has never told you? I'm the CEO of KaibaCorp."

Katsuya sat up and looked at the two of them, "You're sadists." He said tiredly, "Two peas in a fricken pod, sadists. I was trying to sleep."

"Very well, you may sleep at home. In our bed."

Katsuya looked at Seto and scratched his head and yawned. "I...I've gotta go potty," he said lamely.

"'Potty', really?" Wheeler said. "'Potty'? !"

"Mmmm, 'm tired. Shut up."

"He's been worse," Seto commented. Katsuya picked up the pillow and threw it at him. Seto shouldn't be so mean. He was still mad!

"Fuck you," He said, throwing his legs off the bed, getting up and walking over to the cell's toilet. His bladder was going to exploded if he didn't go soon!

Wheeler immediately looked away and Seto smirked, staring at Katsuya's ass. "You've never had much shame, have you, Puppy."

"I'm still mad," Katsuya said, peeing. He stopped, took care of himself, zipped up his uniform pants, and turned around. "What ya did was unnecessary."

"And I apologize."

"All ya apologize for is to get make-up sex."

"Too much information! Kid here, hello!" Wheeler said, covering his ears and glaring at them both. "Jeez!"

Katsuya snorted and stretched out. Then he stood at attention, he had an idea! "I'll forgive ya, Seto."

Seto raised an eyebrow (and Katsuya swore it was just to piss him off, Seto knew he hated it when he did that), "Oh, and for what price?"

Katsuya chucked his thumb at Wheeler, "Pay his bail."

Seto smirked and Wheeler blinked, "WHAT?"

"Will I get hot, angry make-up sex?"

"Very hot and angry."

"Wait—!"

"Done." And Seto stood, smirking and calling over Maitou to unlock the cell. "I'll be back. You don't work until tomorrow, you're mine today."

Katsuya smiled and waved, ignoring Wheeler's flabbergasted half-words until the teen pulled on Katsuya's wrinkled shirt, "Why are you doing this?"

Katsuya blinked, looking down at the kid. He seemed so lost! He grinned and ruffled his hair, "Cause I like ya, kid!"

Wheeler blushed a little, his black eye gaining a little contrast. "Really?"

"No," Katsuya said sarcastically, "I hate ya so much I'd never even think of letting you even look at my favorite jacket."

Wheeler blinked and looked at the green jacket Katsuya had given him to wear last night and smiled softly. "Is this your favorite jacket?"

"Yep."

Wheeler's smile grew, "Haha, I've never met an adult as weird as you are."

"I don't see any adults," Katsuya grinned and patted Wheeler's head.

Wheeler grinned back and Seto walked up with Maitou on his heels. "Bail has been taken care of."

Katsuya grinned at Seto now, "I love you."

"I love your pathetic ass, too, now come."

Katsuya huddled all his stuff in his arms and hobbled out of the cell. "Ya know, we aren't in bet yet, Master."

Seto smiled dangerously, him and Katsuya both ignoring the way Wheeler stuck out his tongue in disgust and Maitou chuckled.

"They're so messed up it's cute, isn't it?" Maitou said.

"Cute?" Wheeler said, "Is that what they call it? I call it weird."

"Cut it out, Wheeler," Katsuya said looking back and stopping. Seto followed, turning around to face Katsuya's office and taking the keys from Maitou to unlock it.

"Thank you." He said as Seto held open the door. He walked in and dropped everything onto the ground messily and walked to his desk to grab a business card and wrote on it before dropping the pen back onto the rather organized desk and standing up straight.

Wheeler watched as Katsuya walked up to him, handing him the card and smiling seriously, "Here, Wheeler. This is my card, I shoulda given it to ya a long time ago but on the back is my cell I keep on me and my address, if ya ever need anything."

Wheeler looked at the card before putting it in his pocket. He twisted around and began to shuck off Katsuya's jacket when Katsuya stopped him, "Keep it."

Wheeler looked at him, his brow furrowed, "But it yours."

"Its too small for me now, as depressing as it is."

"It really is," Seto agreed, "You should see him try to put it on, he struggles and struggles before he plops down with the most pathetic looking face, looking completely defeated. It's almost cute."

"That's not what you said that one time when you tore it off me and pushed me down," Katsuya mumbled quietly and looked away.

"Did you say something, Puppy?"

"Notta thing."

"Thought so."

Wheeler blinked, "You guys are messed up!"

"Oh, Gee, thanks," Katsuya said, but was smiling none-the-less. "Okay, get outta here. I'm gonna go home, you should...go find your friends and make sure they're okay."

Wheeler smiled unconvincingly. "Alright, later."

Katsuya sighed, watching the kid walk away, "I hope much later...I don't wanna see ya in trouble anymore."

.-.-.-.-.

Katsuya 'eep'ed as Seto grabbed his crotch and started fondling it softly. "Set—OOOH!"

"What's bothering you?"

"I—I—! Nn! Nothing!"

"Hm..." Seto said, sliding his hand into Katsuya's sweats and fondling it more personally. "I don't believe you."

"It's—M-oh!—n-nothing! Really!"

Seto frowned, letting go of Katsuya's hardened dick and cupping his soft, tensing balls. "I still don't believe you."

"W—Why? Seto! W—What have I—Mm-nn!"

"You're baking everything humanly possible. We already have three cakes, six boxes of different types of cookies, five pies, twenty four eclairs, and you want to start working on napoleons." Seto paused a second to run his finger softly over Katsuya's perineum, making the blonde yelp deliciously, "You're going to try to tell me nothing is wrong?"

"Se-Seto..." Katsuya whimpered, bucking his hips into Seto's hand, before rubbing his butt against the brunette's crotch, making him groan thoughtfully. Katsuya's body was too smart for his own good sometimes. "'M fine. I like to—uh!—bake."

"I have investigated and called Yugi, he said when you were depressed when we had separated for that small while, you had made cookies and he sold them for a dollar a piece, made over seven hundred dollars and still had leftovers."

Katsuya didn't reply, he just desperately grabbed Seto arm and cried out as Seto ran his finger over the sensitive skin again. Seto grunted when Katsuya rubbed his ass against his crotch again and slithered his other hand from around Katsuya's waist into his sweatpants to grab the base of his cock and squeeze just enough so Katsuya couldn't come as Seto continued to torture him.

"Seto! Please! No!"

"All you have to do," Seto bounced the tightening balls in his hand, "is tell me what wrong."

"Wheeler!" Katsuya squealed, "I haven't heard from him in a while! I'm worr-ied!"

Seto hummed, "He's has to be one of the only people I don't feel intimidated by you shouting in need of an orgasm. Not to mention I was surprised I felt no jealousy when you were curled up with him at the police station. I actually found it cute."

"S—Seto! I-I-I'm—"

Seto smirked and released his grip, using his hand to pump Katsuya as he continued to play with Katsuya's scrotum and perineum. But the slutish look on Katsuya's face made him crumble. When Katsuya orgasmed, screeching out Seto's name like there was no tomorrow yesterday, and falling limply over the bathroom sink, Seto gave in. He was going to be a good boy and just pay attention to Katsuya, but the way Katsuya was just being so sex-Katsuya, he knew he should have known he'd never get away with just playing from the start.

Seto smirked, picking up Katsuya bridle style and carrying him to the bed.

Katsuya laid there weakly, allowing Seto to strip him of the only thing he was wearing and then ram inside of his pliant body.

"Ah!"

"Katsuya," Seto murmured, growling as Katsuya tightened around him for a moment and he started ramming in and out like an engine piston. Katsuya was so amazing, knowing everything that made Seto feel good my simple muscle memory! "Gods!"

"Seto!"

Seto bit Katsuya's neck, making another bite mark on Katsuya's already marked body. It was nasty habit Katsuya had never asked him to quit, but he had planned to anyways, it just was too automatic not to not bite.

He kept his grip, continuing to ram into Katsuya until he shuddered and released into Katsuya's milking body. Katsuya screamed and released his own milky fluid all over his chest and Seto's pristine work shirt, clawing desperately at the sheets as he threw his head back on his ride..

Katsuya huffed and groaned as Seto fell ceremoniously on top of him. "That...was fast."

"Mmm," Seto mumbled, curling his arms around Katsuya, "I couldn't help myself."

"You can never help yourself."

"That's why I have you."

Katsuya smiled and ran his fingers through Seto's hair. He loved Seto's hair, it was soft and always tangle free (unlike his that always felt like it was in tangles unless Anzu came over and played with it when she was depressed or was trying to make him feel better), plus it always smelled nice. Seto chuckled, hugging him tightly before releasing him and pulling him to his wobbly feet.

"Come on," Seto urged, "time for a bath."

Katsuya groaned, trudging to the bathroom (but only after Seto gave a loud slap to his ass) and turning on the water. He guessed it sounded okay, but he wanted to sleep now. Sleep sounded niiiiiiiiice.

Seto stripped and stepped in. He pulled Katsuya with him and turned the shower itself on, allowing it to spray them with delicious, warm water. "It's not so bad, Puppy."

"You make me feel sleep deprived."

"Yes, well you make me feel sex deprived, but with both know neither of those things are true."

"I can make yours true."

"I can do the same with you."

Katsuya smirked and leaned against Seto as the brunette reached behind him and started to finger his ass. He wiggled playfully a bit, but Seto continued to clean him out, to make sure there wasn't too much come left over in there. "You need sleep to live."

"I need sex to stay healthy," Seto countered, "I wouldn't go to the gym at all if I didn't have to worry about being strong enough to carry you."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"I'm calling myself strong."

"You're calling me fat."

Seto smirked and kissed Katsuya's cheek, "There's isn't enough fat on you're body to even imply it."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"I mean it."

"Right."

"You're going to be fat if you plan to eat everything you made downstairs."

"You're nice."

"No I'm not."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I know."

They both chuckled and basket in the warmth. They liked being with each other, and since Mokuba, Seto's insane little brother, was away at college, they had a lot of being with each other alone.

DING-DONG

Katsuya blinked, looking up at Seto. "Were you expecting someone?"

Seto reflected his frazzled look and shook his head. "No."

Katsuya frowned, furrowing his brow and getting out of the shower, a cold feeling descending on him and making his stomach twist. Who could it possibly be?

He dried quickly, grabbing his sweats off the ground and shoving them on (hopping some of the way so he didn't have to stop). Something...something was wrong. He could feel it. He hurtled down the stairs and opened the door, searching for whoever rang the bell.

"Hello?" He looked around, "Can I help—!" Katsuya stopped and gasped, seeing a familiar blonde laying limply on the ground. Getting down on one knee, he looked at the boy collapsed on his porch, breathing hollowly, "Wheeler! Seto! Call an ambulance!"

"What's going on?"

"I said call an ambulance! It's Wheeler!" Katsuya rolled Wheeler over, careful with the boy's neck, just in case, and getting sight of the hefty bullet wound in his shoulder, "Fuck! Wheeler! ? Joey? Joey! Answer me, Joey!"

Wheeler mumbled something and tears streamed in pain down his face, "H...e..lp. Pl...ease."

Katsuya took a breath and his inner cop settled in, "It's alright Wheeler, stay with me. We're calling an ambulance, they'll be here shortly."

Wheeler chuckled softly, "I don't...remember the last time ya sounded like a real cop...Katsuya."

"Yeah, well, I'm panicking."

"Over little ole me?"

"Over little ole you."

Wheeler smiled, "Thanks."

Katsuya paused to look at this kid, collapsed on his porch, crying, shot, and bleeding like a waterfall as he smiled, genuinely happy up at him. "Who did this?"

"My...My dad. He...ab..abuses me." Wheeler gasped and grabbed his shoulder. "My shoulder wasn't so bad 'til I go here."

"Ever heard of adrenaline? It's that."

"Ho...w?"

Katsuya wasn't quite sure if he should be just talking about whatever, he should see if he could get any more details on Mr. Wheeler, but at least the kid was trying to stay focused and awake.

"It's—It's this hormone that's released, especially if we feel endangered. It stops the pain for a short time so we can get ta safety."

"Weird."

"Kid, you're human. You're weird."

"Katsuya," Seto said, "They're on their way."

"Ya hear that, buddy," Katsuya said coolly, running his fingers through Wheeler's greasy, sweaty hair, "Their almost here."

"Yeah, I heard..."

"Wheeler."

"..."

"Damnit Joey, Ya answer me or I'll start bein' love-dovey with Seto!"

"...gross."

"There ya go!" Katsuya said, snorting and checking Wheeler's pulse. It was slowing. Not good. So so so not good. Pressure! He should put pressure on the wound! Where was his head? ! "Se—"

He blinked as Seto kneeled down, also in a pair of sweats, and opened up the first aid kit, pulling out gauze pads and bandages.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love ya?"

"Every so often."

"I...hah...thought you wouldn't go all love...dovey if...I respond..." Wheeler said jokingly, grunting as Katsuya suddenly put pressure on his wound. "Ow."

"Sorry," Katsuya murmured, his ears stretching for the weak sound of the ambulance. "I can hear 'em. What's my favorite color?"

"Wha...?...Shouldn't...you be askin'...mine? It...'s blue...by the way...you're favorite color."

"Boxer or briefs?"

Katsuya looked at Seto and Seto shrugged, "It's a universal question."

Wheeler cough-chuckled, "Boxer...briefs...man, the best...of both worlds..."

"I'm growing rather fond of him."

Katsuya gave Seto another odd look as the ambulance pulled into their driveway.

"What?"

"I...like your boyfri...end...too." Wheeler laugh emptily, huffing for air. "He's...alright..."

Katsuya jolted as a paramedic jumped in and took over, "What happened?"

"Gunshot wound," Katsuya said, filing through his cop data, "Father did it. Adrenaline got him here." Katsuya rattled off Wheeler's address, he somehow knew it by heart. He guessed string over the police file so much wasn't so bad after all, "His birthday February twenty third, he's fifteen, allergic to penicillin and peanuts."

Walter, a paramedic Katsuya had dealt with many times, looked up at him. "He's Wheeler, ain't he?" He paused and turned to his men, "What the hell are you boys doin'! ? Get the stretcher!"

"Em I...dat...famous?..Haha..." Wheeler said, smiling as they carefully loaded him onto the stretcher.

"Wheeler," Katsuya said, "Don't die on me!"

Wheeler smiled, "...I...promise."

Katsuya watched as he was filed away into the ambulance and they left. He growled and stood, covered in blood, and looked at Seto. "Cell phone. Now."

.-.-.-.

Mr. Wheeler grunted as he was slammed against the wall by a gay man a hundred pounds lighter than he was.

"How fucking dare you? !"

He yelp and curled as the man's knee went into his his crotch and dropped him. This man was a cop! Was he allowed to do this to him? It didn't seem to matter as the cop picked him up by the front of his shirt and threw him back down.

"He's you're fucking son and you beat him? !"

He was kicked.

"You shot him? !"

He was kicked again.

"You hurt him? !"

He cried at the last harsh kick was taken to his bruised side.

"Jounouchi!"

"I can't believe you monster! You scum of the earth!"

"Jounouchi!"

"You're no better than the crap you spew out of your ass!"

"Katsuya Jounouchi, stop!"

"I can't believe your ma didn't have an abortion! Or didn't kill you as soon as she learned what a monster you are!"

"Stop!" Mr. Wheeler cried, "Please!"

"Oh, stop?" Katsuya said, ignoring the pounding on the door, where the other cops called his name. He had it blocked with everything he could find in the room. "Like the way you 'stopped' when you beat your son? The way you 'stopped' making him feel worthless, when we all know it's you that's worthless?" Katsuya paused, circling the fallen, crying man. "It's true people are ugly. You sure are. One of of the most hideous people I've ever seen even."

He paused again.

"What makes you think you're better then the roaches that'll accompany you in your cell after you've been charged with manslaughter?"

"He—he's dead?" Mr. Wheeler asked, "I—I killed him?"

"Yes!" Katsuya hissed, "He died seconds after he entered the hospital. Seconds! What does it feel like, to take someone's life? Does it feel powerful? Enlightening? It won't after the first time your mounted. And it won't every night after, when inmates break into your cell and rape you over and over and over again. Most inmates don't take kindly to child abuse. You should see some of the slaughters they've done to child abusers."

"Please stop!"

Katsuya sneered his lip in disgust, "They won't. They'll bathe in your pathetic cries of pain and the guards will ignore it, allowing them to violate you, rip you apart. I'm kind compared to them. They'll mark you, you'll be their little bitch until they get tired of you and rip off you balls, smiling devilishly at you as you beg and plead for help and forgiveness adn the mercy they'll never show the worthless. Pathetic. Likes of you. But see, you're a nobody. Nobody cares about you, or likes you. Only your body will exist to give the other inmates, and maybe some of the guards, pleasure."

"No...no..."

"Yes, because you thought you were better than him. Thought you were above the law, they'll show you you're not. They'll drag you into the pit of hell and rot you their for their picking. You're worthless. Not even the core of this miserable little planet is low enough to describe you. And you know what, when you're down, on the last lever of hell, rotting, you'll be pinned up for people to visit and laugh at and mocked. 'Look how fat and ugly he is' they'll say, 'look how pathetic and worthless' they'll say, and you'll be a show time freak. A demon will come and tear you to shreds, rape as a show to the visitors as they laugh and mock you. Then, you'll be put back together for it to all happen again."

Mr. Wheeler sobbed, covering his ears and screaming pathetically when Katsuya nudged him with his foot. He smirked.

The door slammed open and the cops filed in. Katsuya looked at them a second. Not surprised or stunned, but smirking and looking at them with a deep, dark power only one of the cops, the only cop that had been there when Katsuya was in a gang, had ever seen. That look of utter superiority and anger and hate that could swell in a person.

Katsuya turned and spat on Mr. Wheeler's face, making the weeping two-hundred pound man flinch, before walking out.

"He's trash."

.-.-.-.

Wheeler looked at Katsuya. "I don't think I've ever seen you in street clothes."

Katsuya grinned wildly, looking over his casual white T-shirt and his skinny blue-jeans. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Wheeler said, turning his head and looking over the pole of the hospital bed, "They look good on you."

"That sounded pretty gay."

"Well, my role model is." Wheeler admitted, blushing. It took a second for Katsuya to realize what he meant.

"Really now?" Katsuya questioned, walking over to the bed and looking down at the pale teen, "It isn't some wrestler dude?"

"Nope."

"Not the head of your gang?"

"Nope. I dropped a month ago. Most painful thing I've ever been through."

Katsuya blinked and sat down, "Yeah, I remember mine."

"You were in a gang?"

Katsuya smiled, "Yeah, ya sound surprised."

"Your a cop!"

"A suspended one."

Wheeler grinned, "Oooo, what cha do?"

"Got too involved in a case."

"What happened?"

"I completely destroyed someone's mentality so he could truthfully plead insane at his hearin'...and I may have tossed 'im around a little."

Wheeler's brow rose, "He must have done somethin' pretty bad. I hear you have a hard time meeting you're traffic ticket quota you're so nice."

"It was. Ta me anyways."

"It's all set," Seto said, walking into the room, "We just have to ask him."

"Ask who what?" Wheeler said, sitting up slowly and gasping when his shoulder sent jolts of pain through his arm and chest.

"Lay down." Katsuya commanded, standing, looking Wheeler over with a knowing smile. "We wanna ask you if ya wanna live with us. Ya saw our house—"

"It's a mansion!" Wheeler cried.

"—We have space and money. I'd really like it if ya would."

Wheeler looked between the two of them. Katsuya was...Katsuya. Fun, easy to tease, a sweetheart. And Seto...he seemed a bit rough, but he also seemed like someone he could gang up with to tease Katsuya. Plus, he only had three years until he was eighteen if he was unhappy.

He also realized he wouldn't be abused with them.

"Jounouchi, you know you're not supposed to be involved with this case."

Katsuya turned around and Wheeler peeked between Seto and Katsuya to see Mae standing with her hand on her hip.

"I'm not. As a officer at least. But I'll be damned if ya think I ain't takin' this kid home with me!"

Mae sighed and shook her head, "Shoulda known. I suppose mister money maker here wouldn't, just this once, allow himself not to become involved with his money and lawyers to get you what you want?"

"Of course not," Seto said, holding his chin high, "My puppy gets whatever he wants."

"Of course," Mae deadpanned, pressing her lips. "Wheeler, I need a police report."

Wheeler looked at the two men standing protectively by the bed. One protecting him and one protecting both him and Katsuya. "I wanna go home with you."

Katsuya turned around, looking him. "Really?" He said excitedly, his eyes lighting up and yet somehow filling Wheeler with happiness, "Is that what you want?"

Wheeler smiled, "I can meet these 'crazy Egyptians' ya always talk about."

"You don't wanna meet them," Seto panned and Katsuya slapped his arm. "OW!"

"Ya I do!" Wheeler said, "I wanna meet them!"

Katsuya laughed and patted Wheeler's head, not missing the automatic flinch. "Okay."

"And I want my report," Mae said. "OUT! Both of you!"

Seto smiled, the first time Wheeler had really seen him do it, and Seto had practically been by his side for the past two days, "We'll inform you more later. Katsuya, shall we?"

Katsuya looked at the hand held out to him and grinned, slapping his hand against it and running. "You can't get me!"

Seto smirked, "Riiiiight."

Mae and Wheeler watched Seto follow after and looked at each other. "You realize," Mae said, "The mess you're getting yourself into, right?"

Wheeler smiled, "I think I have a little bit of an idea."

Mae looked back when she heard a screech, and then playful laughter, "Not enough of one, obviously."

Wheeler just grinned. "Yeah, I think I do."

Okay. I just really really really wanted to do one with Katsuya as a cop dealing with a kid like himself. So deal.