Please don't! I shoot up in bed, hyperventilating, my heart feeling like I had a heart attack, my brow dripping with sweat yet my entire body is shivering. I look down at my clothed body. What the hell type of the dream was that? Why am I dreaming about it now? He doesn't effect me anymore...at least I hope that he will never effect me again.

"Joey?" Seto say barely over a whisper. His voice makes me jump. I pull my legs to my chest, hug my knees and burry my face in my arms. What the hell just happened? Bad dreams? Nightmares? What am I some war vet or am I five scared of fucking dark or some shit like that? I thought that nightmares stop when you're five.

No! This can't happen again! This can't fucking happen all over again! I thought I stopped being frightened of sleeping when I was five, I'm not a child anymore. Don't need someone to check under my bed for monsters, I know my closest is clean of monsters. The screams are just my parents fighting again! The monsters don't eat teenagers! They can't eat teenagers. No! Not this again. I grip the duvet. No holes, no screams, no knocking, no crying, just a bed that I could fit everything I used to own in and someone that I know at least the likes the idea of dating me.

"Joey." Seto says again a little louder. I turn my head to look at him. It looks like he just saw a ghost. He has enough to worry about, he doesn't need my dramas. My heart seems to be decelerating and I take a deep breath.

"It's nothing, Seto." I lie. Yup, dreaming about your father beating you is nothing.

"You're pale, sweating, and woke up in an out right panic attack. That is my definition of nothing." He says with heavy sarcasm. What will he think if I actually answer? You fell for guy that can't even fucking sleep at night anymore it seems. That hasn't matured past five.

"You don't have to tell me the specifics. When Gurzaburo died, nightmares were pretty common. I never got them before, but once he died, they suddenly cropped up. Most of them were flash backs, others just weird, others dreams of Kaiba corp crumbling under me. Joey, everything is ok." Everything is ok, that about sums up my situation. Nothing is perfect, nothing is great, a few things are good, but mostly everything is ok. Just ok, which is better than it was, better than hell. I'm fed, clothed, warm, I'll see Serenity tomorrow but most importantly, I'm safe.

"Yes, everything is ok. Not perfect, not great, but at the very least ok." I say with a sad smile, tired smile. His face relaxes and reciprocates my smile. I take another breath, should I actually tell him?

"Do you actually want to know?" I ask.

"If you're willing to share I'll listen." He says. My heart has gone back to normal, at least not in fear. The almost piercing blue eyes that show quite a bit of worry in them make my heart speed up a little. There is nothing unpleasant about that thought.

I tell him my dream and can't help but feel a little silly at just what my reaction was to a dream. It was dream, that doesn't happen anymore. He can't hurt me again. I finish and look up at him, half expecting him to just get out of bed, tell me that I'm being irrational and why the fuck did I wake him up at this ungodly hour for that. It wasn't even that bad.

Instead I just see worry, and concern. His lips are a line.

"You never have to deal with him again. That is a promise that I won't conveniently forget. Mostly what means would that serve? It doesn't benefit me any for you to have any more bruises." He says so plainly. It doesn't benefit him at all for me to have deal with my father again. It benefited him to forget that he told me no strings attached, but doesn't do anything for him if I ever see my father again. Or maybe I just want to trust him because it's easier on my mind if I do trust that I won't have to speak my father again?

"It doesn't benefit you at all."I say.

"Are you ready to go to sleep again? I'll read the "Designing and Building Parallel Programs" to you until you are." He threatens reaching for the side table. He pulls and hear nothing besides a thud from a book hitting wood. I laugh a little at his threat. Oh the horror! He takes out black book with a comet on it, with a book mark half way through the book. Is that what Seto thinks is light reading?

"If those are my options, I'm fine being read to, even if it isn't hand written romantic poems. But I'll deal, but you'll have to start from the beginning. I don't want to miss all the parallel programing excitement." I shoot back. He actually smiles at that.

"Romantic poems, I'll think about it. Fine, but I was getting to the good part." He says while rearranging the pillows and leaning back on them. I take the opportunity to put my head on his lap and close my eyes. He clears his throat.

"In this chapter, we review the role of parallelism in computing and introduce the parallel machine and programming models that will serve as the basis for subsequent discussion of algorithm design, performance analysis, and implementation." His voice calms my mind a little and just let the words take over my mind. Even if I don't really understand them.

"A parallel computer is a set of processors that are able to work cooperatively to solve a computational problem." I just listen at the excitement. The last line I hear is "Functional decomposition also has an important role to play as a program structuring technique."

This time I don't dream about anything and I wake up sprawled across his bed and my mouth feeling dry. What time is it? I glance at the alarm clock, 6:00 in the morning. Then I notice a lack of a certain CEO in this bed. I said I wouldn't sleep all day, and I don't consider 6:00 in the morning sleeping all day by any stretch of normality. He could have at least woken me up to say that he was leaving! Yes I'm a little irrational about this, but he said. That really doesn't mean much for the most part to him. I forgot his word means nothing unless it benefits him.

The door opens a second later. Seto comes in with his hand on his phone just pressing the end call button. Oh, he left for a business call so that he didn't wake me up. He closes the door behind him ever so quietly as not to wake me.

"I can't get too mad at you since it was business. Whomever it was must have been very important to call you at 6 in the morning." I say making him jump a little at my voice.

"I had to answer it, I didn't expect you to be up this early. Just a few last minute things for the party tomorrow. " He says climbing back into bed with me. He just made it vastly harder to motivate myself to go take a shower and get dressed.

"Also, your sister was successfully retrieved and right now asleep. But you unfortunately have work pretty soon as do I, and I can't allow you go herd shopper without a large breakfast. I also should make sure my puppy has bathed." He reports wrapping his arms around me and pulling me towards him. I can't help myself but smile at the fact that my little sister is safe in the mansion, happy to be here and I get to spoil her just a little. The arms around me don't hurt.

"We have time, also herd shoppers?" I say.

"If you are taking a shower, but I propose something a little slower. You're a puppy, why wouldn't you herd things?" He says. A bath, hot, wet, soapy, his hands likely touching my most of my body or at the very least having access to every part of my body.

"You don't have to, but I'm not about to apologize for desiring to." He says. I want to, I really do want to.

"Not the issue, I would love to." I say hopefully he'll believe me. I don't really feel like getting crossed right now. He rolls over and grabs his phone off the side table.

"Have opinions on temperature?" He asks. I smile, thank you Seto.

"Not boiling, Joey Soup isn't that tasty." I say. He smiles and clicks a few times before putting his phone back.

"Joey Soup, while that might not be tasty, a long kiss does." His lips do look tasty, soft, warm. Plus we have to wait for the he bath to fill up and what is a better way of passing time? I find his eager lips, just as soft as I remember them to be. It feel like electricity ran through my body at the touch of his lips. My every nerve seems to be overly sensitive just from that small amount. His lips taste beyond amazing now that I know this isn't fantasy. Everything I felt yesterday was real, the desire for me was real. That yes, an overly thin, dirty blond, brown eyed teenager can make Seto Kaiba go a little crazy. It just feels right right now. Nothing is telling me to stop, no one is telling me this is wrong.

I start slow, with a just a few light, gentle pecks. I intend on teasing him, but I can't stand it even for a second longer. I want him, I want to give him his fantasies and yes I would put on that collar if he asked me to.

I break our to straddle him. He looks a little rejected for the half a minute our lips are apart. I moan as he kisses me with every emotion, all the devotion, passion, and attention but there is something else. Something deeper than just shallow affection. He hands pull at my greasy hair towards him, and his nibbles my bottom lip. There seems to be electricity coursing through my body at every touch his lips. Finally his tongues wants in and I let it. Our tongue intertwine, then I feel a warm hand slither under my shirt waiting for permission to precede. I just deepen the kiss in response, but quickly break out it out of necessity for air. I quickly throw my shirt to the bed. Seto's eyes have a hungry in them, a desire. Why does my heart race so much when I look at them and not in a good way? Why fucking now?

Before you ask: Seto is reading a real book. Doesn't it sound like light reading?