Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Infatuation ❯ Chapter I ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Seto-Anzu-Jou triangle. A look into the relationship of three unlikely people. Oh can't you just taste that angsty dilemma already :)

A/N: Just a little something that's been in my head for a few nights now. There is a bit of OOC-ness I'll warn you, but please take into consideration that this is a futuristic fanfiction. I love non-cannon pairings because they're challenging to write and if you don't, then why the hell are you reading this in the first place?

So yeah, this is briefly based on a past relationship of mine to which I thought wouldn't make a half bad story to tell. Also inspired by the lovely mischiefmagnet's “The night before.”

Warning: Just as a heads up to all you underage readers out there, this chapter includes some vaguely explicit sex sense. Dun dun dun.

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Infatuation

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There was no sound.

No exchange of words.

Just the force of one body against another; grinding alongside her with such defiant movement the young girl could not help but scream. The man on top however, scowled; disappointed with how that scream did not incorporate his name. Nevertheless, dissatisfaction merely persisted with the harsh collision in devouring her body even more.

The desire to make her hurt.

The need to make her his.

Her taste to which he craved.

She was perfect; purity and all.

Everything he wasn't.

Shuddering, he finally decided enough was enough and moved his hand to her hip, holding her securely while positioning himself.

He made note of how the girl's slender pale skin bruised easily under his fingertips- no matter how much compassion he expressed.

But she had never been touched; not like this. He smirked arrogantly in knowing he had would be the first to take her.

His entry was slow, the woman thrashing underneath him with each additional inch.

Virgin blood. He licked his lips.

Pinning her down, he nestled up to her ear; grabbing hold of that beautiful apricot hair in one tight fist. “My name…” he said roughly. It was not a question.

Anzu obeyed. “Jounouchi” she gasped; a kiss soon sealed her lips.

His breath caught in his throat as she whimpered, her insides clutching and pulling him in further. For a moment, he paused, savoring this heat, this closeness, this faultless blending of his body inside hers.

No, this sensation could never exist with anyone else.

Only with her.

His friend.

His lover.

Anzu Mazaki.

It was then, through feverless tossing between bed sheets, the man awoke from his heavenly dream. Realizing that was only what it had been, Jou grabbed the closest thing in arms reach and threw it straight against a wall.

“Fuck…” he spat out.

“Only a dream.”

“Only a dream.”

Those words echoed all the way through his head, pulsing in rapid beats. That was it. He couldn't take the heavy weight suffocating his heart any longer. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow he would tell her the truth.

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TBC

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Just four more days of classes left and I'll kick my butt back into gear again.