Disclaimer: I do not own Kaiba Seto or Leonhart von Schroider from the anime Yu-Gi-Oh!. If you accused me of claiming differenly, I shall smack your nose with my fan then glare at you somewhat nastily.
This story contains yaoi, more precisely shota and sadism. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.
Just one more
3 A.M.
Seto couldn't sleep.
The day was over. Three hours after it.
Still, he wasn't satisfied with it.
He stared up at the ceiling for a moment absently then his gaze travelled all over his bedroom. Shredded clothes all over the place, toys scattered around…
Aah, it was a good day indeed.
But still, he wasn't satisfied.
He turned to gaze down at the boy quietly sleeping next to him.
Such beauty…
He reached out tentatively to caress that soft, long wine-red hair. Beautiful… truly beautiful…
His hand trailed lower to caress each scar on his back lovingly.
KAIBA'S PET, the scars said.
How pleasurable it was to own someone like this… bend him to your needs and take him whenever you wanted and he would never protest, too afraid to lose you.
And yet… and yet there was something about the boy that made him stop whenever his hands gripped too tight on that slender neck. There was something about him that slowly, but surely tamed the beast within his soul. Something that unsettled Seto to no ends.
Something overly warm and… alive.
Whenever he gazed into those hazel eyes, he would go speechless. Those eyes numbed him. Penetrated his very soul. Gripped at his heart that he wasn't even sure he had until he met the boy.
They abused him. Maimed him. Murdered him with their blindness…
Because he never saw his ugliness. He never saw his bloody hands. He never saw his cruelty.
And it frustrated Seto like no other thing could.
He was angry, and he hated him. Hated! Detested! LOATHED him!
Lying to yourself again, Seto?
Curse that angelic voice for mocking him even in his mind! Curse those lips for being so sweet, curse that tongue for being so shy when they kissed…
Curse him. Curse him!
DIE!, Seto thought and his hand twitched as if he broke someone's neck.
He stirred softly, turning on his back, revealing that adorably young face, those bruised lips, that small nose, those long, long lashes…
Seto froze.
Such utter beauty…
He couldn't breathe…
His hand flinched to his neck, but no one was gripping it. It was himself. He held his breath back.
Unsettled, he looked away. Then he turned his gaze back again and just watched.
Just watched and drowned in that face all over again.
Trembling fingers reached out to brush some bangs away from those eyes gently.
His eyelids fluttered open and sleepy hazel eyes looked up at him dazedly.
Seto didn't pull back. He let the other draw him in with his gaze. He allowed that thick, scorching, insane love to burn him, consume him…
He let those soft lips suffocate him…
And he pressed another kiss at them…
And one more…
Just one more…
Just one more…
And in his mind he wished this day would last only one more hour… just one more… just one more…
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