Joey looked over the duel. He couldn't work it out. He could see himself, he could see Yugi, but he didn't know what was happening. He couldn't control himself.

He couldn't feel the breeze in his hair or the card in his hand. He couldn't feel anything, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the duel, and he couldn't stop the fact that either Yugi, or himself was going to plunge into the sea at any moment. He felt sick…if you could even call it a feeling. He could see Yugi, his frightened eyes, that determined look. He wanted to win. He wanted to save his friend.

But Joey knew Yugi all too well. He knew that he wouldn't win the fight. He knew that at some point he'd give in, he'd sacrifice himself. He was that type of friend. The kind who valued any life over their own, even when it was so obvious who was worth more.

He could see from where he was, where ever that was, Kaiba. He was stood on the sidelines. He looked…disinterested, as usual. But there was something else. His eyes looked darker, more, afraid?

Kaiba, was showing, emotion? Was he worried? Joey knew his heart would be racing if he could feel it. The stoic brunet had been someone he had admired for a while, even though he'd never admit it. He loved those strong arms and that lithe frame. He admired him for being everything that he could never be. They were opposites, and Joey loved that. He loved the idea of someone who had a worse backstory, someone who knew pain and had over come it. A strangely familiar past, with a completely different future.

They weren't totally unalike, they had their similarities. They both knew the responsibility of being the elder sibling, and the love they had for their brother or sister. They would both go to any length to save them. They were also lonely. In different ways. Joey wasn't like his friends, he was different. He had a more colourful past, and a darker future. He wasn't as bright or as clever or as lucky, and it made him feel alone. He had no love interest, like his best friend who chased his sister, or Yugi and Téa. No. Kaiba was lonely too. He had no friends. No love. He had no one. His brother, but that was all. No one to talk to at night, to understand him. He was isolated in a crowded rooms of stuffy men and old suits. He was young and powerful, feared by many for his wit with money. And Joey was feared for his fists, though he'd lost to Kaiba a few times before.

A skilled fighter. Something they had in common. Something they shared that gave them the chance to touch, to see each other and share a glance. They could let the sparks fly and their 'hatred' burn, even though they both knew it wasn't real. It was pretend. They knew they wanted more, yet every touch sent electricity flying, that addictive adrenaline drug, and no matter what, they had to get more.

It was horrible, that distant yearning for something that was impossible to get. That aching and longing, it had to be hidden, extinguished. And it wasn't fair. Joey could see Kaiba, the fear, the fear for him. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to reach out and touch him, but the body below him was unresponsive. It didn't care about emotions or feelings. It didn't care about the brunet who was dying to touch the blond mutt.

It was possession. Complete possession. That kind of emptiness inside where all control is gone, and you're completely submitted to another person. Kaiba knew what had happened to the blond, and he liked it. It was something he would never admit, but this kind of thing turned him on. The idea of owning someone, that level of control…it was…euphoric. He was a control freak at best, so to have the power to control someone's movements, their actions, their thoughts…it was perfect. Too perfect for words.

He could have the blond in anyway he wanted, even like a dog if he so wished it. To have the blond beg and touch him…to run those tanned fingers up his leg and up to his…

It was something from fantasy. Kaiba stood watching the duel, his heart pounding, his breath caught in his throat. He was willing Yugi to loose. Willing the death of his cousin, so he could steal away the stupid mutt, steal him and have his way. The possessed man was something to behold, the stupid grin wiped from his face…he was serious…alluring, and Kaiba wanted more. He needed more…

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Hey

This is a request from DarkMajinVegeta. I'll admit I've been putting it off. It's a real challenge for me writing something directly from the series, though I don't know why!

So it's short, but there will be more chapters.

I'm sorry it took so long, I just didn't know what to do with it! I hope you like it, even though very little has happened.

I wasn't sure where to start or what with. I meant to rewatch the season, but I did 30 hours work over the weekend and over 70 hours this week aha. So I'm struggling a bit!

I hope it's ok, and if it's not up to standard I'll rewrite!

So yes, this story is DarkMajinVegeta's and I take no ownership of the story…only the writing.

Please R&R

Love AB

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(PS, with the kind permission of Magnetic Paw, I now have an original story for a novel. If any one cares it's at http:/ taste-the-words. /2010/09/on-my-own-chapter- )