Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did... well... I wouldn't be where I am today. Well, I would, maybe, but I'd be so much richer...

A/N: Lime-ish R/S. Ye have been warned.

"You're the hand that spins my revolver around
When you push me away..."

Rishid was literally going crazy. At least, that was his opinion.

For nearly a week, Marik's watching eyes had been on him at all times. He had been unable to even call Serenity, as Marik had insisted that he be at Malik's side almost constantly for absolutely no reason! It had taken all his control to appear as he once would have- thrilled beyond belief at the chance to spend so much time with the man he loved, who's love could never be returned...

Like an infatuated idiot, blindly obeying ad praying to every God for a chance to prove his love to someone so far gone there is no chance of saving him.

Now that Rishid was no longer blinded by his one-sided love, he could see the whole picture. Malik would never, ever stop loving Marik. Ever. Not even if the man turned around and shot Rishid in the back tomorrow for absolutely no reason at all. It seemed to him that Marik didn't fully realize the depth of Malik's devotion, or else he knew he'd be dead. Dead and cold already.

I have to leave somehow. With Serenity. But damned if I know how. One way or another I must see her, and soon...

"What's wrong, niichan?" Malik snapped his fingers in Rishid's face. "Are you in there?"

Rishid jerked a bit, eyes meeting Malik's quickly. "I apologize, Malik," he said quickly. "I... I must be more tired than I thought." That, at least, was the truth; he was utterly exhausted, he hadn't slept for the past two days, and he hadn't showered for longer than that.

Malik frowned a little and nodded. "I hadn't realized how long you'd been here, Rishid. Go home."

Rishid saw, out of the corner of his eye, Marik gesture slightly to two Rare Hunters, who nodded to him. Just two watchers? Please, Marik, do you distrust me so much? I am going home to sleep. Immediately. "Thank you, Malik." He smiled at his brother and slowly stood, wavering with only a little acting. "Call me if you need me."

Malik nodded. "Don't expect it tomorrow. You deserve a break."

Rishid smiled faintly and nodded a bit. "You are too kind, Malik." He turned and walked out, all too aware of the two followers. Sad, Marik. You don't even bother to get those who are unnoticeable... Sad. Depressing, really.

He returned to his apartment in a fog, shutting the door and locking it. Thank the Gods for windowless apartments. Heh. Without hesitation, he checked all the possible places for hints that someone else had been in his apartment since him. Upon seeing signs that his apartment had been opened, he pulled a gun and started checking for hidden cameras. Then he started noticing little oddly terrifying details. The filthy dishes in his sink had been washed. The garbage had been taken out. Someone had just... tidied up. It looks like Snow White came through my apartment...

There was a little sound from the bedroom, and he moved towards it, pushing the cracked-open door fully open and pointing his gun at-

His bed. Or more correctly, the naked woman in his bed.

...Gods!

He pulled up quickly, eyes widening. "Serenity!"

Serenity smiled slowly at him, sitting up some, so that the sheet slipped from her upper body. "I missed you," she whispered. "I really did. I decided to come over and wait for you, but you didn't come home... so I got bored, and started cleaning..."

Rishid forgot his exhaustion, forgot the possibility that someone had seen her come in to his apartment, forgot about Malik and the gang. All that mattered what she was here, in his bed, right now. She was his.

He holstered the gun and tore the holster from his body, tossing it on the bed, then ripped his shirt off, and fumbled with his traitorous pants. Serenity laughed and crawled over, helping him with deft hands. "Easy, easy love, you'll hurt yourself..."

Rishid pushed her hands away once they were undone and and pushed her back to the bed. "I have been going insane without you..." he purred in a low voice.

Serenity laughed throatily and lay back willingly. "Mmm, we too. I guess we'll have crazy sex."

"I certainly have no arguments..." he purred, sucking on her neck, hands wandering hungrily as he quickly entered her, moaning softly at the sensations half-forgotten in the last few days because of exhaustion and stress. They writhed together desperately, both frantic for something only the other could give. He had barely enough control left to hold back his own release until hers overwhelmed her, then he lost all resemblance of control and shuddered against her mindlessly with his climax.

He slumped to one side, eyes closed, as their breathing slowly returned to normal. "Mm." He slowly reached out and snuggled her contently. "I love you..."

Serenity smiled sleepily and cuddled to him. "Mm, love you too."

Rishid felt himself drifting towards sleep, and he fought it. "We... we have to talk..."

"Talk later," she kissed his head gently. "Sleep now. You need it."

"Mmm." He stopped fighting it and relaxed, drifting off easily. Yes... talk later...

()()()

Seto Kaiba was suspicious by nature. After his lover had shown up at his house shot in the arm and claiming it was a drive-by shooting, his nature had finally returned from the vacation it had been on, and he had started looking into his lovers background.

What he had found had shocked him to the core.

For the past two years, Jounouchi Katsuya had lied to him. For the past two years, he had let a cold-blooded killer into his house, into his heart, and into his very soul.

He sat at his desk, staring at his computer of his home office. He had called Jou earlier, and, proving his acting skills, had asked him to come by for a quiet evening with just the two of them. Mokuba was at a friend's, and Seto had a loaded pistol in his desk drawer.

Seto never took any chances with betrayers and traitors. Especially those he loved.

He heard whistling in the hall and steeled himself, bringing up a file on his computer at the same time. I must be calm, and cool, and professional... I will not let my heart come into the picture.

As Jou sauntered into the room, whistling cheerfully and grinning like the idiot he was, Seto's heart constricted painfully. God, did he want to go back to believing that this man was nothing more than a poor college student, living at home, with a drunken, abusive father who spent the rent money on beer. But that was a lie. It wasn't the loss of the money- he knew he had more than enough to have Jou run his gang and live comfortably for the rest of his life, and still be a multi-millionaire. If not richer.

No, it was the lying. Seto had been lied to enough. He was tired of it. Gozabura had lied to him for too long, and now the man he thought he loved turned out to be exactly the same.

Bastard.

Jou faltered a little at the coldly calm expression on Seto's face. "Koi?"

Seto mutely turned the monitor around so he could see the file on the screen. For a moment, Jou's mind went numb, until the slow realization came. He knows... "Oh, shit- Seto, let me explain..."

"As far as I can see it, there's nothing to explain." Seto scrolled through the file without looking at it. He already had it memorized. "Your father is already dead. You shot him. You run a gang, a very prominent one called the Black Dragons. You've been using the money I gave you to hire more goons and buy contraband. Need I go on?"

Jou swallowed. "I... I didn't want to tell you... I knew you wouldn't love me if I told you the truth..."

Seto regarded him with eyes the color and temperature of glacial ice. "I love you even less because you lied," he said. "In fact, I hate you. I want you to get out now, and never, ever come back."

"Seto, please don't do this to me..." Jou took a step towards the desk, one hand outstretched. "Please..."

Seto shoved his hand away, eyes blazing. "Don't touch me," her snarled, pure loathing in his voice. "Don't to this to you? You've done more than enough to me! I let you do everything with me! I loved you! You bastard, I loved you and you betrayed me! I hate you, you son of a bitch, and I hope you die as soon as you walk out of this building! Not here, because it would stain the carpet, but as soon as possible after that! I hope whatever rival gangs you come up against gun you down, like they should've a week ago! Damn you to hell, you bastard and may you rot there!"

Jou wavered, and there were real tears in his eyes. "Seto..."

"Shut up and stop acting for once," Seto snarled. "You were just using me, asshole, and I know it now. I don't know why I didn't notice it before. I've certainly been used enough." He laughed, bitterly, coldly, a sound with absolutely no humor in it. "Hell, the only thing you've got going for you is when we had sex, it felt good, which is the only thing you've done that Gozabura hasn't. You lied, you cheated, and you used me. I've had enough of you, Jounouchi Katsuya. Get out of my house. Or I'll call the police." He sat down slowly, all energy leaving him.

Jou looked at him with unnaturally wide eyes, eyes that pleaded for Seto to believe him. "Seto... Seto, it's not true, not anymore, please believe me... Yeah, I was a bastard at first, yeah, I was just using you for money and sex, but I've changed now, I swear, just give me a chance to prove it!"

Seto closed his eyes, then slowly opened them. "I almost wish I could believe you." His voice was still arctic cold. "Now get out."

Jou struggled with his utterly confused emotions, nodding dazedly and staggered out of the office, pausing just outside to regain control of himself. I... I was just using him... I... What changed? Why do I feel like I'm letting go of something I should die over, not something I should just... throw away? He licked his lips and slowly headed out of the mansion. He sat on a bench outside the mansion and dialed Seto's number.

"Kaiba."

"Seto- please, just listen to me for a minute-"

Click.

Jou licked dry lips and tried again. No one picked up. He tried again. And again. And again. Finally, the phone picked up.

"I thought I'd made it clear, Jounouchi. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I don't ever want to hear your voice or smell your stench again, is that understood?"

Jou swallowed at the naked hate in that tone. "Seto- Seto please, you're not even giving me a chance..."

"I gave you a chance," Seto said coolly. "You blew it. Never call again." He hung up.

Jou put the phone back in his pocket with trembling hands. I can't believe this is happening. I can't. I... I can't believe it upsets me so much...

Slowly, he stood up and headed back to the warehouse that served as his gang's headquarters. He didn't want to go home right now.

Going to the headquarters wasn't much better. Tristan lounged in a corner, blatantly making out with Duke. The sight hurt, more than he'd ever expected it to. "Taylor! Knock it off!"

Tristan sat up straight, knocking Duke off his lap. "Jou! Damn, man, what the fuck's up your ass?"

"Well it ain't fuckin' Kaiba, that's for sure," Jou shot back. "He knows."

Tristan blinked, then bit his lip. "Fuck. Oh, fuck, man..."

"Yeah, no shit," Jou snapped. "He kicked me out. So times might get tough. Deal." He grabbed a pack of cigarettes up and stalked to a different part of the warehouse to chainsmoke.

Duke scrambled back up into Tristan's lap and blinked at Jou's retreating back. "Huh."

Tristan frowned faintly. "That's not like him..." he mused softly. "He's takin' this too hard for it to be just the loss of the income."

"Damn, you're thick," Duke tapped his skull. "All that hair's getting in the way of your mental processes. He loves him."

"Yeah, everyone knows Kaiba loved Jou..." Tristan nodded a bit. "What's so big about that..."

"Baka." Duke rolled his eyes and messed up his hair. "Jou loves Kaiba!"

"..." Tristan blinked slowly and his eyes widened. "Holy shit. You're right..."

"I always am," Duke smirked smugly and preened a little, fiddling with his hair. "And you know it."

Tristan laughed and kissed him lightly, then sat back. "What about Jou? I don't think he's ever been in love before..."

"Then he's gonna have issues..." Duke shrugged. "I've worked with Kaiba before... you wrong him, and he's the worst son of a bitch in the world to work it out with."

"So if you fuck him and lie to him about loving him?"

"You're totally screwed." Duke nodded, frowning and leaning back against him. "In my professional opinion, Jou should seriously just give up. He doesn't have a chance in hell."

Tristan sighed. "You don't know Jou like I do..." he shook his head. "He's never giving up. He's gonna go after Kaiba until it kills him... And it just might... We gotta keep the Hunters from finding out about this..."

Duke sighed. "You're getting in over my head, Triss... I don't want to know about anything pertaining to the gang and you know it..."

"I know." Tristan sighed, glancing once more in the direction Jou had gone, and stood. "Let's go home... He doesn't need us anymore..."

"Right," Duke stood and looped an arm around his waist. "We've got things to do."

Tristan looked him over and smirked. "Yeah... yeah we do..."

Jounouchi Katsuya sat in his office and stared blankly at the last bit of cash that had come from his now-ex boyfriend. That thought hurt. It hurt a lot. He slowly picked up his gun and examined it, fingering it slowly and wondering what it would be like if he shot himself in the head.

Nah. It would be too much trouble, he decided, and he didn't really want Serenity to find him. It was a distinct possibility.

He didn't know what to do next. His hand twitched towards the phone, almost instinctively calling the number he had dialed every time he had been bored for the past two years. He stopped it quickly. Seto had said he hadn't wanted to hear his voice. He had to obey Seto's last wish for him. It was the least he'd ever done for his koi.

No. Not his koi anymore. Jou almost laughed out loud. Two years, he'd slept with the man, and never once had he considered him his love. His fucktoy, his bedmate, his source of income, but never his lover. Now that it was over... he wanted that love that Seto had offered.

Too little. Too late.

Always too late.

He stood up and moved over to a liquor cabinet and rummaged around in it and drew out a bottle of scotch. This'll work. He sat down slowly and opened it, sniffing it a bit, then smiled without happiness and started drinking.

Too little. Too late.

()()()

Leaf-Zelindor: Dankies! Hope you like this one... : nods;:

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