Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Four: Heaven on Earth ( Chapter 15 )
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By: kiokukaiba 
A heated moment in Jou's bedroom leads to rather heated discussion.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 589 | Status: Work In Progress
A heated moment in Jou's bedroom leads to rather heated discussion.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 589 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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Recap:
“Uh, that doesn’t exactly sound fun at the end. . . and I can’t exactly get into a bar.”
“Haven’t we had this conversation before? I can get into any bar I so please to enter, and I can drag along whoever I want. As long as you’re with me, you can do anything.”
- - -
When Seto said he wanted to go out and get drunk, he wasn’t joking. He made contact with his driver who picked us up in Seto’s Mercedes. . . the rich bastard. I suppose that he was tired of walking from place to place, and I really couldn’t blame him. Why he hadn’t thought to do this in the first place is beyond me.
So anyways, we were chauffeured to the lively side of town. It was already six by that time and so darkness was quickly approaching. Neon signs were illuminated on either side of the street. We were coming up on the most popular club in town, when I heard muttered curses from Seto.
“Ah shit. . . Saehara, drive us to Jounouchi’s apartment.”
Without so much as a question, the driver, who I now knew as ‘Saehara’, drove in the direction of my home.
I glanced over at Seto. We were both in the back seat and he sat to my left, “I thought we were going out to drink.” The driver glanced in his rear-view mirror when he heard my words. . . but knew better than to say anything.
“We are, but there is nothing cool about a high-school uniform.” He made a face and then leaned against the window. It was gorgeous how his brown hair flattened out against the glass, pushing a few wild strands in front of his eyes.
Oh yeah, we had both gone straight to Kaiba Corporation after we left school. A change of clothes would definitely do some good.
A change of clothes to go clubbing with Kaiba Seto. The thought excited me. Seto only brought leather pants and sexy dress shirts and would definitely wear those things. He would be the hottest piece of ass in the place. . . and he would be with me.
I glanced over at the beauty. The way the sunset surrounded his face was hypnotic. The way his eyes fluttered open and closed with boredom was simply adorable. He would probably throw up all of his insides if he were to hear the way I thought about him. . . or maybe he would appreciate it, being as unpredictable as he had been lately.
The ride to my apartment was a short one, and I was pleased that Ms. Harajuku didn’t make an appearance as we ascended the stairs. I was thrilled to be going out with Seto and wanted to see what sexy outfit he would be clad in for the night. I was so anxious, in fact, that I fumbled with the key quite a bit before managing to unlock the door. I wondered if Seto noticed, but it was really quite difficult for him to not notice.
Our feet carried us back to my room. I tried my best not to fantasize alternate reasons for going there, but my perversion eventually got the best of me.
While he searched his luggage for the sexiest outfit ever (then again, that would be any outfit as long as he were the one wearing it), I was busy going through drawer after drawer in search of something at least halfway decent. This sort of occasion would require some sort of dressy-but-casual attire, right?
I dug through the bottom drawer of my dresser, happening to come across an outfit that was already matched up. It consisted of un-faded black jeans and a button-down, crayola-green, long-sleeved dress shirt. I turned around to ask Seto what he thought of my choice, but as I turned, my mouth became instantly dry.
A beautiful creature was standing by my bed removing his uniform pants to only be in his black boxers. . . are those things satin? Who the fuck cares? I wasn’t looking at those. . . I saw something new now. I didn’t see the scars on his wrists or the criss-crossed marks on his back. I didn’t see his perfectly-formed ass or his slim waist. I didn’t see a rich CEO or a sex idol. I saw only him. I saw the blush that tinted his cheeks ever-so-slightly. I saw the ethereal glow of his skin that resembled the moon. I saw Kaiba Seto and nothing else. There was nothing else.
He bent over to retrieve his garments, when he noticed my blunt staring, “What?” He questioned, the blush deepening in color until I was sure his cheeks were stained. I wondered if he knew that he was flushing so much.
“You took your clothes off.” Looks like I was playing the role of captain obvious today. “And you’re. . .”
“I’m what?” He folded his arms in an attempt to seem tough, but anyone with eyes could see that he was uncomfortable. . . besides, it’s hard to be intimidated by a guy in satin boxers.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.” Ah shit! Was it too late to take that back?
Seto’s eyes darted to the floor. . . but. . . I could have sworn I had seen the hint of a smile on his lips. “Am I?” He was asking, but did he really want an answer?
“What?” I asked, unsure as to whether or not I had heard him properly.
“Do you really think that about me?” He sat on my bed now, still wearing only underclothes. I found myself inching towards him.
“Yes.”
“Don’t you think I’m sexy, like all of the others?” He frowned now, his voice trembling with embarrassment from his own words.
“No. Right now you’re just beautiful.” I stopped advancing when we were a mere two feet apart.
Seto reached for his pants, which were on the floor at his feet, and retrieved his cell phone. He dialed some number and waited a few seconds before it was answered, “Go on home.” Seto ordered his driver, “We’ve decided not to go out today.” He clicked it shut and discarded it to the floor, resting his hands on either side of himself on my bed. His head was tilted upward, his eyes connecting with my own. How vulnerable he was.
I closed the gap between us, unable to resist, our legs practically touching, and made my move. As gently as I could manage, I ran my right hand along his left cheek eventually running my thumb over his soft lips. Seto’s only reaction was to close his eyes and clench the bed sheets. Perhaps he had already anticipated my next action.
It was finally the moment of truth. Would the larger-than-life business tycoon kiss a lowly street punk, or was he in yet another hallucination? There was only one way to find out.
Hesitating at first, I leaned down, my face hovering just inches above his own. For some reason, I felt like it would be wrong for me to kiss him, like I was taking advantage of him.
Seto’s eyes soon fluttered open, “I didn’t think you would kiss me. . . after all you have learned about me.” He glanced downward at nothing in particular. “I wouldn’t kiss someone like me either.”
No! That wasn’t how I felt at all! I grabbed his chin, lifting his face towards me, and crushed my lips onto his. Seto’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before sliding shut. My own eyes followed suit as I gave him a light push. We fell together, the mattress bouncing under our weight as I attacked his mouth hungrily with my own.
There was no struggling or fighting from him. In fact, he was kissing me back just as eagerly. It frightened me. Was he feeling me on top of him, or was he under Saki instead? I pulled away, rather reluctantly, and looked over his features. My gorgeous brunet began to tug at my uniform, sapphire eyes not daring to peek.
“Katsuya.” It was long and drawn out, the wanting in his tone being impossible to ignore.
It was my name that he moaned now, and no other. I leaned down to capture the lips of my prize once more, my hands roaming all over his bare chest. My fingers ran up and down his creamy legs, their texture like satin against my skin, and my palms finding their way to caress Seto’s perfect thighs. I had moved my kisses to his completely exposed neck, using my hands to try and work Seto’s legs open.
“K-K-Katsuya. . .” His voice came in short spurts between held-back moans and gasps for air. His head was leaned back on my pillow, his hair tossed wildly against the cloth as he turned his face in all directions. His beautiful blue eyes were opened to slits now, the color hazy with. . . passion? His cheeks were flushed and his open mouth grew and shrank repeatedly as he panted heavily. . . and I currently had the most extreme hard-on that I had ever experienced. This was going to be the best day of my existence.
I was finally able to pry his legs apart and kneel between them, ending my assault on his throat for the time being. His hands, which had been relaxed on the pillow on either side of his head, were now at his sides, propping him up just enough so that he could look down at me. His hypnotic eyes watching me without so much as blinking, wondering just what it was that I planned to do next. . . but he said nothing.
My own brown eyes matched his gaze, holding the connection even as I ran my hands along the insides of his thighs. The skin was like silk and white like fine cream, just as in my dream. My dream. . . yes, this was like my dream come true. . . well, minus the freaky scene at the end. There weren’t perverted old men in my room.
I traced circles with my index fingers, feeling his body tense and shiver as he allowed for himself to rest down on his back again. His arms stayed where he had moved them, the elbows not bent at all. He looked as though he had frozen solid. . . like a small animal pretending to be a rock while a predator nudged it to see if it were food. . . like a frightened little animal.
But he still said nothing. If he wanted me to stop, he would tell me to stop.
My pants felt so damn tight. There was nothing more arousing than an almost-naked Kaiba spread-eagle on my bed. His eyes were wide and shimmering as though he were beyond human. Absolutely beautiful. A delectable treat that would continue to taste oh-so-sweet even years after this magnificent day.
Ready to get down to business, I rested my hands on his abdomen. He shuddered, but said nothing. I slid my fingertips down the waistband of his boxers and stopped. He sharply drew in breath, but said nothing. Then I began to inch them down his hips very slowly, trying to be sensual to not only excite Seto, but to make myself even more aroused (was that even possible by this point?) so that I could give my brunet the most pleasurable sex he’s ever had. . . then again, I don’t think such a thing has ever been pleasurable to him.
No, now wasn’t the time to think about things like that.
His boxers were nearing the finish line, the waistband almost at his crotch, when icy hands clamped onto my own, stopping me.
“Stop!” It came so quickly and suddenly that I wasn’t sure if it had actually been said.
“What?” I inquired, brows knitting together, hoping that he hadn’t said what I thought he had said.
“Please stop.” He eyes fell to look somewhere off to the side, but his grip never relented, “I don’t want to do this. This isn’t what I want.”
My erection was pushing against my pants. To get me all worked up like that and then make me stop? That’s just wrong! “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” I could feel my anger and irritation rising within me, and I could hear my tone changing with my mood. “Did you have to wait until I was really worked up just to tell me that? Are you trying to fuck with my head?” I yanked my hands out from under his and he scrambled to pull his only article of clothing back up to where it belonged.
“I didn’t mean to do it!” He sounded almost like a child now. “I thought I wanted it, but I don’t want it.”
My groin was hurting tremendously, and seeing him lying on my bed like that with his hair in disarray and his legs spread apart like that just made me want to screw his brains out. With speed that I didn’t know I possessed, I pinned his arms above his head and pressed my lips to his, grinding our hips together and sending shivers of pleasure up and down my body.
He made noises of protest and kicked his legs wildly, but his perpetual squirming only succeeded in giving me more pleasure. Apparently I did something right, for there was a muffled moan coming from his lips and he arched his back. I pulled back just a bit to get some oxygen. I had expected to find his eyes clouded by lust and hot passion, but found myself looking into eyes spilling over with tears. “Seto. . .” Was all I could manage to mutter.
“Why? Why won’t you stop?”
I released him and slide from the bed. His hands immediately finished replacing his undershorts and then moved up to his face, wiping the tears that he despised.
“It isn’t fair when you cry like that.” I told him.
Seto was sitting up now, his chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths of air, “Why isn’t it fair?”
“Because you’re pretty when you-” I stopped myself when he shot me a very shocked expression.
“You’re pretty when you cry, Seto. . . so, so pretty. . .”
Oh yeah, that bastard had said the same thing. That fucking bastard.
“Seto.” His eyes were still on me, “I promise- no, I swear to you; I will never, under any circumstance, let that bastard hurt you ever again. I won’t hurt you. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. I won’t let Saki touch you, I won’t let anyone from school touch you either, or anyone at the mall or at the grocery store or on the street or at your own company! No one will touch you, no one will kiss you, no one will follow you. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.” I found myself panting at the end as though it had taken some great effort. . . and generally, honesty took more effort and bravery than lying.
Seto was still and silent for a moment, un-blinking and completely unexpressive. I thought I saw his eyes well over with tears again, but he closed them and stood, taking a couple steps toward me and then running quickly into my open arms, which were waiting for him. My erection had already disappeared soon after I stood up. . . probably because I had begun to think of Saki. . . but the feeling of his body pressed against mine in an embrace was the best feeling I could think of. The moment I was currently in was Heaven on Earth, no doubt about it.
I decided to trying being poetic, “You are my sun. You have brightened my life and brought warmth to my heart. . . don’t ever leave.”
I could feel his body shake as he laughed into my ear (his head was over my left shoulder because he’s taller than me by a little bit, remember?). “You know,” He began, pulling away from me and reaching for the outfit he had picked out, “I know that you’re trying to be very sweet and romantic and all. . . but you should stick to just being your dumbass self.” He grinned, pulling on his leather pants.
I laughed at his joke but was more interested in how he managed to wriggle into those tight pants of his. Then again, with skin as soft as his, he likely slid right into them. It was cute, though, how he had to kind of shimmy to get them over his hips.
“What?” He questioned, uncomfortable at being watched.
“Nothing. You’re cute.” I turned back to my dresser, getting my own outfit up off the floor.
“It’s already seven o’clock in the evening and we have school tomorrow.” There was Seto, spouting off things that I already knew again. “We could always go out to eat instead and just go clubbing another night.”
It was rather amusing to hear Seto say ‘clubbing’, “You mean one of those stuck-up restaurants.”
“Absolutely.” He grinned and reminded me of a snobby cat.
“Alright, you win for tonight, but tomorrow we’re going clubbing.” I finished dressing and Seto’s eyes were twice their original size. He looked like he was being squeezed. “You alright?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“We’re going to go shopping before we go out tomorrow.”
“Shopping? For what?”
“Clothes for you.” He smirked again, sitting on my bed to slip his shoes on, tying the little black laces into perfect, symmetrical bows before standing and gliding past me to leave the room.
“Are you going to call your driver back?” I asked, hopping down the hallway on one foot as I tried to slip a shoe onto the other. I used the wall for balance and was likely leaving marks from the dye in my green shirt.
Seto glanced back at me, clearly trying not to laugh at my predicament, “Yeah. I’m sick of walking everywhere. Remind me to buy you a car.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, “Seriously?”
“Nope.” He came back toward me, leaning against the wall just like I was, “I’ll buy you a motorcycle instead.”
“A motorcycle?” I was still in disbelief! Would he really buy me something like that?
“Yeah. . . I think you’d look sexy picking me up from my house or work or school on a motorcycle.”
“You think so?” I stood up straight, my ego expanding at a rapid pace, “Wait, why would I be picking you up from your house? We’re in my house right now.”
Seto’s face twisted into a look of complete sadness, “Do you mean to say that we aren’t an. . . that we aren’t. . . is this a. . .”
“Woah, woah, woah! Hold the phone! Are you trying to say that you want to be my. . . that you’ll let me. . . that you wanna. . .”
Apparently neither of us had a way with words that night. . . but there was one gift that I happened to have. I cupped his chin, our eyes sliding shut in unison, and captured his lips yet again, this time being as gentle as I could. It didn’t last long, and he rested his chin on my shoulder when we were through, his arms encircling my neck.
His breath tickled my ear, “I love you.” He whispered. . .
. . . and my breath hitched. Yes, he truly was Heaven on Earth.
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Recap:
“Uh, that doesn’t exactly sound fun at the end. . . and I can’t exactly get into a bar.”
“Haven’t we had this conversation before? I can get into any bar I so please to enter, and I can drag along whoever I want. As long as you’re with me, you can do anything.”
- - -
When Seto said he wanted to go out and get drunk, he wasn’t joking. He made contact with his driver who picked us up in Seto’s Mercedes. . . the rich bastard. I suppose that he was tired of walking from place to place, and I really couldn’t blame him. Why he hadn’t thought to do this in the first place is beyond me.
So anyways, we were chauffeured to the lively side of town. It was already six by that time and so darkness was quickly approaching. Neon signs were illuminated on either side of the street. We were coming up on the most popular club in town, when I heard muttered curses from Seto.
“Ah shit. . . Saehara, drive us to Jounouchi’s apartment.”
Without so much as a question, the driver, who I now knew as ‘Saehara’, drove in the direction of my home.
I glanced over at Seto. We were both in the back seat and he sat to my left, “I thought we were going out to drink.” The driver glanced in his rear-view mirror when he heard my words. . . but knew better than to say anything.
“We are, but there is nothing cool about a high-school uniform.” He made a face and then leaned against the window. It was gorgeous how his brown hair flattened out against the glass, pushing a few wild strands in front of his eyes.
Oh yeah, we had both gone straight to Kaiba Corporation after we left school. A change of clothes would definitely do some good.
A change of clothes to go clubbing with Kaiba Seto. The thought excited me. Seto only brought leather pants and sexy dress shirts and would definitely wear those things. He would be the hottest piece of ass in the place. . . and he would be with me.
I glanced over at the beauty. The way the sunset surrounded his face was hypnotic. The way his eyes fluttered open and closed with boredom was simply adorable. He would probably throw up all of his insides if he were to hear the way I thought about him. . . or maybe he would appreciate it, being as unpredictable as he had been lately.
The ride to my apartment was a short one, and I was pleased that Ms. Harajuku didn’t make an appearance as we ascended the stairs. I was thrilled to be going out with Seto and wanted to see what sexy outfit he would be clad in for the night. I was so anxious, in fact, that I fumbled with the key quite a bit before managing to unlock the door. I wondered if Seto noticed, but it was really quite difficult for him to not notice.
Our feet carried us back to my room. I tried my best not to fantasize alternate reasons for going there, but my perversion eventually got the best of me.
While he searched his luggage for the sexiest outfit ever (then again, that would be any outfit as long as he were the one wearing it), I was busy going through drawer after drawer in search of something at least halfway decent. This sort of occasion would require some sort of dressy-but-casual attire, right?
I dug through the bottom drawer of my dresser, happening to come across an outfit that was already matched up. It consisted of un-faded black jeans and a button-down, crayola-green, long-sleeved dress shirt. I turned around to ask Seto what he thought of my choice, but as I turned, my mouth became instantly dry.
A beautiful creature was standing by my bed removing his uniform pants to only be in his black boxers. . . are those things satin? Who the fuck cares? I wasn’t looking at those. . . I saw something new now. I didn’t see the scars on his wrists or the criss-crossed marks on his back. I didn’t see his perfectly-formed ass or his slim waist. I didn’t see a rich CEO or a sex idol. I saw only him. I saw the blush that tinted his cheeks ever-so-slightly. I saw the ethereal glow of his skin that resembled the moon. I saw Kaiba Seto and nothing else. There was nothing else.
He bent over to retrieve his garments, when he noticed my blunt staring, “What?” He questioned, the blush deepening in color until I was sure his cheeks were stained. I wondered if he knew that he was flushing so much.
“You took your clothes off.” Looks like I was playing the role of captain obvious today. “And you’re. . .”
“I’m what?” He folded his arms in an attempt to seem tough, but anyone with eyes could see that he was uncomfortable. . . besides, it’s hard to be intimidated by a guy in satin boxers.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.” Ah shit! Was it too late to take that back?
Seto’s eyes darted to the floor. . . but. . . I could have sworn I had seen the hint of a smile on his lips. “Am I?” He was asking, but did he really want an answer?
“What?” I asked, unsure as to whether or not I had heard him properly.
“Do you really think that about me?” He sat on my bed now, still wearing only underclothes. I found myself inching towards him.
“Yes.”
“Don’t you think I’m sexy, like all of the others?” He frowned now, his voice trembling with embarrassment from his own words.
“No. Right now you’re just beautiful.” I stopped advancing when we were a mere two feet apart.
Seto reached for his pants, which were on the floor at his feet, and retrieved his cell phone. He dialed some number and waited a few seconds before it was answered, “Go on home.” Seto ordered his driver, “We’ve decided not to go out today.” He clicked it shut and discarded it to the floor, resting his hands on either side of himself on my bed. His head was tilted upward, his eyes connecting with my own. How vulnerable he was.
I closed the gap between us, unable to resist, our legs practically touching, and made my move. As gently as I could manage, I ran my right hand along his left cheek eventually running my thumb over his soft lips. Seto’s only reaction was to close his eyes and clench the bed sheets. Perhaps he had already anticipated my next action.
It was finally the moment of truth. Would the larger-than-life business tycoon kiss a lowly street punk, or was he in yet another hallucination? There was only one way to find out.
Hesitating at first, I leaned down, my face hovering just inches above his own. For some reason, I felt like it would be wrong for me to kiss him, like I was taking advantage of him.
Seto’s eyes soon fluttered open, “I didn’t think you would kiss me. . . after all you have learned about me.” He glanced downward at nothing in particular. “I wouldn’t kiss someone like me either.”
No! That wasn’t how I felt at all! I grabbed his chin, lifting his face towards me, and crushed my lips onto his. Seto’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before sliding shut. My own eyes followed suit as I gave him a light push. We fell together, the mattress bouncing under our weight as I attacked his mouth hungrily with my own.
There was no struggling or fighting from him. In fact, he was kissing me back just as eagerly. It frightened me. Was he feeling me on top of him, or was he under Saki instead? I pulled away, rather reluctantly, and looked over his features. My gorgeous brunet began to tug at my uniform, sapphire eyes not daring to peek.
“Katsuya.” It was long and drawn out, the wanting in his tone being impossible to ignore.
It was my name that he moaned now, and no other. I leaned down to capture the lips of my prize once more, my hands roaming all over his bare chest. My fingers ran up and down his creamy legs, their texture like satin against my skin, and my palms finding their way to caress Seto’s perfect thighs. I had moved my kisses to his completely exposed neck, using my hands to try and work Seto’s legs open.
“K-K-Katsuya. . .” His voice came in short spurts between held-back moans and gasps for air. His head was leaned back on my pillow, his hair tossed wildly against the cloth as he turned his face in all directions. His beautiful blue eyes were opened to slits now, the color hazy with. . . passion? His cheeks were flushed and his open mouth grew and shrank repeatedly as he panted heavily. . . and I currently had the most extreme hard-on that I had ever experienced. This was going to be the best day of my existence.
I was finally able to pry his legs apart and kneel between them, ending my assault on his throat for the time being. His hands, which had been relaxed on the pillow on either side of his head, were now at his sides, propping him up just enough so that he could look down at me. His hypnotic eyes watching me without so much as blinking, wondering just what it was that I planned to do next. . . but he said nothing.
My own brown eyes matched his gaze, holding the connection even as I ran my hands along the insides of his thighs. The skin was like silk and white like fine cream, just as in my dream. My dream. . . yes, this was like my dream come true. . . well, minus the freaky scene at the end. There weren’t perverted old men in my room.
I traced circles with my index fingers, feeling his body tense and shiver as he allowed for himself to rest down on his back again. His arms stayed where he had moved them, the elbows not bent at all. He looked as though he had frozen solid. . . like a small animal pretending to be a rock while a predator nudged it to see if it were food. . . like a frightened little animal.
But he still said nothing. If he wanted me to stop, he would tell me to stop.
My pants felt so damn tight. There was nothing more arousing than an almost-naked Kaiba spread-eagle on my bed. His eyes were wide and shimmering as though he were beyond human. Absolutely beautiful. A delectable treat that would continue to taste oh-so-sweet even years after this magnificent day.
Ready to get down to business, I rested my hands on his abdomen. He shuddered, but said nothing. I slid my fingertips down the waistband of his boxers and stopped. He sharply drew in breath, but said nothing. Then I began to inch them down his hips very slowly, trying to be sensual to not only excite Seto, but to make myself even more aroused (was that even possible by this point?) so that I could give my brunet the most pleasurable sex he’s ever had. . . then again, I don’t think such a thing has ever been pleasurable to him.
No, now wasn’t the time to think about things like that.
His boxers were nearing the finish line, the waistband almost at his crotch, when icy hands clamped onto my own, stopping me.
“Stop!” It came so quickly and suddenly that I wasn’t sure if it had actually been said.
“What?” I inquired, brows knitting together, hoping that he hadn’t said what I thought he had said.
“Please stop.” He eyes fell to look somewhere off to the side, but his grip never relented, “I don’t want to do this. This isn’t what I want.”
My erection was pushing against my pants. To get me all worked up like that and then make me stop? That’s just wrong! “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” I could feel my anger and irritation rising within me, and I could hear my tone changing with my mood. “Did you have to wait until I was really worked up just to tell me that? Are you trying to fuck with my head?” I yanked my hands out from under his and he scrambled to pull his only article of clothing back up to where it belonged.
“I didn’t mean to do it!” He sounded almost like a child now. “I thought I wanted it, but I don’t want it.”
My groin was hurting tremendously, and seeing him lying on my bed like that with his hair in disarray and his legs spread apart like that just made me want to screw his brains out. With speed that I didn’t know I possessed, I pinned his arms above his head and pressed my lips to his, grinding our hips together and sending shivers of pleasure up and down my body.
He made noises of protest and kicked his legs wildly, but his perpetual squirming only succeeded in giving me more pleasure. Apparently I did something right, for there was a muffled moan coming from his lips and he arched his back. I pulled back just a bit to get some oxygen. I had expected to find his eyes clouded by lust and hot passion, but found myself looking into eyes spilling over with tears. “Seto. . .” Was all I could manage to mutter.
“Why? Why won’t you stop?”
I released him and slide from the bed. His hands immediately finished replacing his undershorts and then moved up to his face, wiping the tears that he despised.
“It isn’t fair when you cry like that.” I told him.
Seto was sitting up now, his chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths of air, “Why isn’t it fair?”
“Because you’re pretty when you-” I stopped myself when he shot me a very shocked expression.
“You’re pretty when you cry, Seto. . . so, so pretty. . .”
Oh yeah, that bastard had said the same thing. That fucking bastard.
“Seto.” His eyes were still on me, “I promise- no, I swear to you; I will never, under any circumstance, let that bastard hurt you ever again. I won’t hurt you. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. I won’t let Saki touch you, I won’t let anyone from school touch you either, or anyone at the mall or at the grocery store or on the street or at your own company! No one will touch you, no one will kiss you, no one will follow you. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.” I found myself panting at the end as though it had taken some great effort. . . and generally, honesty took more effort and bravery than lying.
Seto was still and silent for a moment, un-blinking and completely unexpressive. I thought I saw his eyes well over with tears again, but he closed them and stood, taking a couple steps toward me and then running quickly into my open arms, which were waiting for him. My erection had already disappeared soon after I stood up. . . probably because I had begun to think of Saki. . . but the feeling of his body pressed against mine in an embrace was the best feeling I could think of. The moment I was currently in was Heaven on Earth, no doubt about it.
I decided to trying being poetic, “You are my sun. You have brightened my life and brought warmth to my heart. . . don’t ever leave.”
I could feel his body shake as he laughed into my ear (his head was over my left shoulder because he’s taller than me by a little bit, remember?). “You know,” He began, pulling away from me and reaching for the outfit he had picked out, “I know that you’re trying to be very sweet and romantic and all. . . but you should stick to just being your dumbass self.” He grinned, pulling on his leather pants.
I laughed at his joke but was more interested in how he managed to wriggle into those tight pants of his. Then again, with skin as soft as his, he likely slid right into them. It was cute, though, how he had to kind of shimmy to get them over his hips.
“What?” He questioned, uncomfortable at being watched.
“Nothing. You’re cute.” I turned back to my dresser, getting my own outfit up off the floor.
“It’s already seven o’clock in the evening and we have school tomorrow.” There was Seto, spouting off things that I already knew again. “We could always go out to eat instead and just go clubbing another night.”
It was rather amusing to hear Seto say ‘clubbing’, “You mean one of those stuck-up restaurants.”
“Absolutely.” He grinned and reminded me of a snobby cat.
“Alright, you win for tonight, but tomorrow we’re going clubbing.” I finished dressing and Seto’s eyes were twice their original size. He looked like he was being squeezed. “You alright?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“We’re going to go shopping before we go out tomorrow.”
“Shopping? For what?”
“Clothes for you.” He smirked again, sitting on my bed to slip his shoes on, tying the little black laces into perfect, symmetrical bows before standing and gliding past me to leave the room.
“Are you going to call your driver back?” I asked, hopping down the hallway on one foot as I tried to slip a shoe onto the other. I used the wall for balance and was likely leaving marks from the dye in my green shirt.
Seto glanced back at me, clearly trying not to laugh at my predicament, “Yeah. I’m sick of walking everywhere. Remind me to buy you a car.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, “Seriously?”
“Nope.” He came back toward me, leaning against the wall just like I was, “I’ll buy you a motorcycle instead.”
“A motorcycle?” I was still in disbelief! Would he really buy me something like that?
“Yeah. . . I think you’d look sexy picking me up from my house or work or school on a motorcycle.”
“You think so?” I stood up straight, my ego expanding at a rapid pace, “Wait, why would I be picking you up from your house? We’re in my house right now.”
Seto’s face twisted into a look of complete sadness, “Do you mean to say that we aren’t an. . . that we aren’t. . . is this a. . .”
“Woah, woah, woah! Hold the phone! Are you trying to say that you want to be my. . . that you’ll let me. . . that you wanna. . .”
Apparently neither of us had a way with words that night. . . but there was one gift that I happened to have. I cupped his chin, our eyes sliding shut in unison, and captured his lips yet again, this time being as gentle as I could. It didn’t last long, and he rested his chin on my shoulder when we were through, his arms encircling my neck.
His breath tickled my ear, “I love you.” He whispered. . .
. . . and my breath hitched. Yes, he truly was Heaven on Earth.
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