Hey there guys! Just a thanks again for all you amazing tossers who actually read this little atrocity - over 300 of you! I've had a pretty shitty day today, and that just made me smile. Well enough about my boring life, on with the story! I luvs yas bubs! Laika out! :3 <3

-Brice's POV-

The trip to the fairground was magical. I knew Seto would love it, and he needed to feel happy after the shit-storm that went on this week.

I watched Seto sleep as I drove us home. He was so adorable, curled up in a ball, twitching and moving around as he dreamt.

I couldn't help but smile as we got back to the apartment complex. I parked quickly and, as quietly as I could, I picked up my sleeping sorcerer and carried him to the flat.

Once inside, I took him to his bedroom and placed him carefully on the bed.

I removed his shoes and jacket and folded them neatly at the foot of the bed, and tucked him in.

I planted a small kiss on his forehead and brushed a few stray strands of hair from his eyes. He smiled in his sleep and snuggled into the blankets more.

I smiled. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have such special and unique boyfriend, even if he didn't believe it himself.

I slowly paced out of the room, leaving the door open slightly ajar, turning the light off as I left.

I then went to my room and turned on the computer and went to look at some emails, logging onto Twitter as well.

There were hundreds of comments about Seto and me, mostly insults or nasty comments, making me feel rather annoyed.

Who were they to judge us? Some were more threatening and creepy, and one in particular caught my eye.

'You won't be able to protect that twinky faggot forever. I'm coming for you. You can't protect him forever.'

It sent shivers up my spine and unnerved me a lot. I logged off and shut the laptop with a sigh.

Suddenly I heard sobs and crashes coming from Seto's room.

My head shot up immediately and I bolted to the bedroom door, and heard groans and thumps coming from inside.

I slammed open the door and there was Seto, thrashing around in the bed, eyes firmly shut, blankets tangled with his body and pillows scattered all over the bed.

His mouth was opening and closing like he was gasping for air.

I rushed to the bed and encased him in my arms and held him, rocking him back and forth, trying to wake him up or at least calm him down.

His eyes flew open and he stared at me like a rabbit in headlights for a second, before burying his head in my neck and breaking down, sobbing.

"Shhh, shhh, Seto, it's ok, shhh. I'm hear. It was just a dream baby. I'm here now..." I whispered comfortingly into his ear, holding him close against me, swaying him side to side, rubbing small circles on his lower back.

After a while his crying died down, just stayed whimpering into my chest. I stopped rocking him and just rested my hand on his back calmly.

"Do you want to tell me about your dream Seto?" He shuddered and tensed, before hesitantly nodding. He pulled away and little by little told me about his dream.

-Seto's POV-

I was running. Running for my life.

I was in complete darkness wherever I turned, in an endless plain of blackness, blacker than anything I've ever witnessed before.

Someone, something was chasing me. I could feel their hot breath on the back of my neck as I surged forward, not looking which direction I was going, just away from it.

I suddenly tripped, and felt a rush of air as I landed with a thud on my back. I whimpered and sat up.

I blinked and all of a sudden I was back in that room. The room my mother was killed in.

It was just me in there, or at least that's what I thought as a tall, looming figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey faggot, I'm back..." the icy voice of my dad called out, stretching out the last word mockingly, as he stood over me.

Before I had time to move, he yanked me up and threw me back against the wall of the dank cellar.

I crumbled to the ground and he kicked and punched me over and over with tremendous force, until I could barely lift my head.

This can't be happening, I'm finally happy, this can't be happening.

As I tried to get up, I heard the unmistakeable sound of something being unzipped.

My dad pushed me back down roughly and straddled me, pulling down his trousers.

"You're my little toy and once I'm done with you, I'll throw you in the trash with other garbage like you. I'll kill you and then that scum boyfriend of yours. I wonder if he'll scream as I destroy his filthy ass."

I was paralysed, unable to move out of sheer horror.

No, he couldn't hurt Brice, he was my everything. I tried to fight back, but he pushed me back and started ripping off my jeans.

No no no no no.

This can't be happening.

I kept repeating those four words in my head as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it all out when, I heard a familiar voice, faint, but getting louder.

"Seto... Seto... Wake up baby... Please Seto... Wake up!..."

I snapped open my eyes. I was back in my bedroom, enveloped in Brice's arms.

I peered at him, asking myself whether this was real or not. He was scanning my face, eyes filled with concern and love.

Then reality came down on me. It was a dream, the room, my dad. It was all just a horrific nightmare.

As realisation dawned on me, I immediately started sobbing and sunk into him. It all seemed so real.

I thought that, Brice- no, don't think that, he's fine, he's here, it wasn't real I thought, shaking it out of my head.

After I had calmed down, Brice spoke to me in a gentle and compassionate voice.

"Do you want to tell me about your dream Seto?" he asked softly, stroking my cheek.

I nodded. I was still scared. I really wanted his comfort and solace, and the safe feeling I get when he helps me through tough times. I sat up feebly and began

'I was running from something in the dark. It was everywhere, I couldn't see anything, all I knew was that I had to run. I tripped and suddenly I was in the room where... my mom...'

I gulped and held back another wave of tears before restarting.

'My foster dad was the one chasing me. He caught me and... and... he nearly...'

I couldn't form anymore coherent signs because my hands were jarring so much with my sobbing.

Brice pulled me towards him and set me on his lap, hugging me and cradling me like a child.

"I'm here Seto, nothing can hurt you. I'm here and I always will be. He can't get you, not while I live and breathe." he quelled, kissing me on the forehead sweetly.

I shivered as he laid us both down on the bed. I turned on my side to face him as he tugged the duvet over us both.

I wriggled into him and nuzzled his chest as he put his arms around me protectively, humming quietly as he played with my hair.

He leaned in and kissed me affectionately, no lust or roughness, just gentle, tender love, passionately showing how much he cared for me through this simple, yet meaningful act.

We pulled back after a few minutes and I began to fall asleep, my eyelids drooping lazily.

"I will always protect you Seto. I love you, so so much, it hurts." I smiled and closed my eyes.

I love you too Brice, I love you too.

-Brice's POV-

The next morning I woke up in an empty bed. Puzzled, I sat up and looked around the bedroom, but I couldn't see my love anywhere.

I swung my legs out the bed and got up, heading to the living room. I heard water running in the kitchen so I walked in. I smiled at what I saw.

There was Seto, making cupcakes. At nine o'clock in the freakin' morning!

He was filling a measuring jug with water at the tap, taking care to get the right amount.

I cleared my throat and he glanced in my direction. I raised an eyebrow as I went over to his side.

"Suddenly feel like the Muffin Man?" I asked with a smirk. He grinned and stuck out his tongue, going over to the oven.

He bent down and opened the door, a rush of hot air steaming out as he took out the baking tray and placed it on the counter.

The freshly baked treats looked so delicious, my mouth started to water. I reached out my hand to take one, but Seto saw and slapped my hands away.

I let out a whine and he rolled his eyes, flipping me off, giving me a look that said 'don't even think about it'.

After leaving the cakes to cool, he returned to the measuring jug with me following, curious, and started adding icing sugar.

He stirred the mixture until it was a white, gloopy liquid. I smugly stuck my finger in it and poked him on the nose with it.

He glared at me with a sly smirk, and raised the spoon in his hand, flicking a big glob in my direction, narrowly missing me.

We laughed and I got up close to him. His breathing hitched as leaned in, our faces almost touching.

I licked the sweet icing off his nose and he blushed madly, purring at the touch.

"You look sexy with white stuff all over your face." I whispered in the heat of the moment.

He instantly paled and frowned, dropping the spoon with a clang and backing up slightly, shoulders tight.

I suddenly realised what he thought I was going to do. My eyes widened and I rushed over to hug him.

"Oh baby, I didn't mean... look, we can wait for that as long as you want, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. I know you've had bad experiences with intimacy, but trust me, I won't hurt you like that." I rambled frantically.

He didn't respond, just waited for me to let go. When I did, he hurriedly walked out of the kitchen to the living room, abandoning his baking efforts, slamming the door as he went. I sighed.

I really fucked up this time.

-Seto's POV-

I sat down on the sofa in frustration. I wasn't mad at Brice, I knew he wouldn't do anything to me without my permission.

I was just scared.

I didn't know how to convey my feelings. I did want him, I wanted him so bad.

I wanted him to be my first for everything, but every time he touched me unexpectedly like that, my mind went into overdrive.

I groaned inwardly and mentally cursed myself. I heard a light tap on the door and paused.

"Seto... can I come in?" Brice whispered hoarsely from behind. I stood up and opened the door to see a dejected looking Brice, staring at the floor, hands behind his back.

I almost cried seeing him like that. I inhaled deeply and pulled him into the living room.

I sat him down with me on the sofa, but he still wouldn't look at me. I cupped his cheek with my hand and raised his head to meet my gaze. When I had his attention, I smiled at him.

'It's fine Brice, I'm not mad. It just startled me. Look I really want to be able to give myself fully to you; whenever I think about it I get goosebumps, in a good way. It's just my stupid brain. In my heart I'm ready for this but in my mind, I'm still - I don't know.' I signed, huffing with annoyance at the end.

He looked at me with a kindly smile and placed a hand precariously on my knee.

I smiled back and put my hand on his. I took a deep breath. I had to do this, not just for him, for me. I was ready.

I tilted my head up and kissed him, slowly at first, but then with more heat, carnal, animal passion.

I stopped and sat back, staring at him with determination and lust. He looked back at me uncertainly.

"Are you sure want this my love? You don't have to do it for me." I snorted lightly.

'It's not just for you, it's for me. It's something I have to do to move forward.' I replied, nodding.

I stood up, taking his hand and pulling the slightly dazed Brice towards his bedroom.

As we neared the room, I thought with anticipation about what I was going to achieve.

Today, Brice and I would consummate our love, bring us both closer to being one.

He would help me forget the past.

Now, in the present, he was mine.

SMUT NEXT SMUT NEXT WHOOP WHOOP! Ya'lls gots to wait until the next chappie for that. Cliffhangers much? If you don't want your minds to become corrupt mush innocents, then skip the next one. It'll be fluffy - well as fluffy as smut can be - so no weird kinky shit. Luvs yas! Laika out!