Authors Note: This will probably become yaoi or something close to it, though may never fully reach that "M" rating. Swearing, and sexual themes are noticeable. (Lol, first couple of paragraphs...) The main couple will be SetoxJou, but I'm still debating whether or not I will add any SetoxShizuka in the mix (but they will never become the main couple).
I hope to at least bring this past the first chapter, wish me luck! My first submission in a really long time...
Our False Remissions
The First Act
He looked in despair, as he heard the words echoing through his ear, ringing. Constantly ringing.
"What would you do if I said I happened to like you?"
It was still fresh and vivid in his mind, the way the other man's hand grabbed a hold of his own. Gripping and bruising his frail looking wrist. He could still feel the burning sensation of this touch, lingering with a certain aching sensation.
"What…?" Stuttering, wishing he hadn't, a sure sign of weakness. It was too late, as he was whipped around, back hitting the brick wall in the closest alley way, hands tightly bound to hands not his. The man closed in onto him, breath brushing against a trembling cheek.
He whispered, "Don't make me repeat myself…" A tongue lashed out for his throat, awakening a startle in the pinned boy. He nibbled at a spot on his neck, creating a possessive mark that would make the boy his. Slowly lapping down to his collar bone, he slid a free hand under his shirt, sliding across an evenly toned chest.
"Ah… wait… Shit, Kaiba!" Breathing heavily, Jounouchi pulled his head back for easier access unconsciously, legs shaking, and mouth slightly agape.
"Too much for you already pup?" Seto Smirked, dropping his attention from Jounouchi's neck and locking eyes with his flushed captive. He struggled weakly against Seto, still shaken by their encounter, and confused beyond reason. He managed to free his hands and pushed against Seto's chest lightly, creating a distance between the two.
"T-t-this isn't…" Avoiding his gaze, Jounouchi looked down at his rain soaked shoes, embarrassed by the fact that he had started to like Seto's brutally soft touches, "This isn't right."
Seto pulled his hand out from under his shirt, and lifted Jounouchi's head up. The smaller boy responded with a flinch and shake of his head, ridding himself of Seto's hands, and perhaps, hopefully, wake up from a dream.
"What is?" Seto backed off from blonde, a heavy tension lingering in the air. Jounouchi felt like suffocating, a lack of oxygen to his brain, as he couldn't think clearly, or think much of anything at all besides of the man standing in front of him.
His touches, kisses, and words.
It was wrong.
Lips drew into a thin line, and hands clenched at his sides, "You can't keep playing around with me!"
At that moment, as he watched Seto bring his guard down, he fled. And with that, tried to erase his unusually lustful, passionate eyes.
And the abandoned and grief stricken face.
-
Jounouchi fumbled with his keys, his hands slippery from the pouring rain, and opened his house door making sure not to awake the slumbering household members. He crept upstairs, avoiding piles of trash and excessive cans of beer all around, only to be met by more trash in front of the bathroom door. It had accumulated everywhere because neither of the two living men in the household ever cared much for the cleanliness of the house. Jounouchi never thought too much about it, because even if he tried, the more he cleaned the dirtier it seemed. Illogical, but in the house, it worked.
He couldn't exactly blame it all entirely on his father, as much of a drunk and gambling maniac he had become, the old man still had some decency left in him. Even as his old age was catching up to him, work was always his first priority, though work would always leave Jounouchi alone more than half of the time.
"Ah, fuck." Sharp glass stuck onto the bottom of Jounouchi's foot, caught between his skin and rendering him useless to the freely pouring blood. He put pressure on his heel until he opened the bathroom door, the hinges emitting an annoying screech and sharp crack as it hit the other side of the wall. The blonde looked at himself in the mirror, his hair dripping wet, droplets slipping themselves down his face and neck.
Jounouchi took in a deep breath, "What the hell was all of that…" His eyes closed. A blush tinged his cheeks ever so slightly, as he recalled the moment.
A sweet caress—-
He shook his head fiercely, ridding himself of his thoughts. It just wasn't processing that it was real. A hand rose to smack his forehead, as he hunched over the bathroom sink, "What a bastard, his jokes have gone too far."
Tears glossed over his eyes, daring to fall and burning all the while. He turned on the sink, and let the water run, listening to it hiss and splash onto the porcelain bowl. With his hand, he ran over his eyes with the back of his palm, rubbing away at the excess anomaly stripping away at his pride. It had never occurred to him that the one who had always criticized at him, called him names, and step all over him could ever utter things of 'liking' or 'love' towards himself.
Jounouchi found it baffling, and in all, would just pass it off as a joke.
He took a step back and found a surge of pain course through his foot reminding him of the glass piece almost forgotten of.
"Fuck."
-
Seto stood there, breathing in the scent of their sensual encounter. He could still feel the skin on his hands, soft yet tense beneath him. And there was the look on his face when he ravished that neck, the low mumbles, and breathlessness of his words.
And his voice when he called out his name.
They were all aspects that made him lose control. Seto, Kaiba, losing his composure to a mere dog of society. He couldn't quite understand it, be it out of lust or love, there was still a certain attraction towards the boy that couldn't be held back. It just wouldn't stop pulling at him whenever he saw him, and now he had gone and done it, confessed and forced a rather sexual plot right off the bat.
Self control did not exist around Jounouchi.
"This isn't right."
With the words echoing inside him, he dropped himself back onto the wall, leaning against it heavily. A smile crept onto face, forming into a small smirk. If all he had to do was change his mind, then the rest would follow suit. Besides, he had firsthand knowledge that the dog was easy to take advantage of. He started to wonder what his mouth would taste like if he could kiss him. Like that of a dogs, or perhaps something sweet and exotic, whatever it was he hoped for the latter.
"You can't keep playing around with me!"
Seto's thoughts of monopolizing Jounouchi came to a stop, as he frowned. And for the first time, in a long time, he felt a sort of gaping hole swallowing his chest. A foreign feeling, something he was unaccustomed too. Suffocating and constricting, he felt a breath catch in his throat.
"That stupid mutt."
-
"Shizuka! Are you home?" Jounouchi rapidly knocked on the worn out oak door, the sound of his fist resounding into the apartment.
"I'm coming! Is that you Katsuya?" A small voice could be heard on the other side of the door, along with the pitter patter of light footsteps rushing towards the doorway. There was the sound of chain locks let loose, and the twist of the doorknob all allowing for the door to open in front of the visitor.
"Yeah, I came for a little visit… Is mom in?" He took the initiative and stepped inside, sliding off his dirty shoes and pushing them to the side, where all the other shoes seemed to accumulate. Women always needed their shoes.
"No, she headed out not to long ago. I think she told me she was going on a blind date or something." Shizuka smiled, trailing behind her brother.
Jounouchi plopped himself down on the couch, heaving a tired sigh off his chest, "That's good. I hope she meets somebody worthwhile this time." He bent his head backwards, and closed his eyes, relaxing in the rather homely environment set up in the small, yet comforting apartment.
There was a chuckle from Shizuka, as she sat down next to the tired body. She looked at Jounouchi from her freshly healed eyes and gazed at his face, taking in every curve and bone feature that she could, and imprint it into her mind. Because even as she sat there with her eyes wide open, there was the fear of darkness that she had never feared before.
A fear that one day her vision would fail her again and the world became another pitch black space in her mind. And the thought that she would lose her most important supporters in that void.
Her eyes shifted from his face towards his neck, where a dark red spot contrasted heavily with his skin.
"Katsuya… What is that?" A finger made its way to Jounouchi's neck, pressing upon the spot where she had found the little oddity.
No.
Jounouchi whipped his head back forward, slapping his sister's frail hand away from his skin, "Don't touch it!" He grabbed at his neck, hiding the red mark. A look of concern was shot towards him.
"Are you okay Katsuya? Did I scare you?" Pulling her slapped hand towards her chest, she soothed it with her other hand, rubbing at her own new red mark forming on her pale hand, "I didn't mean to scare you…"
Horror crossed Jounouchi's face before he softened his frightened look back to normal, "No, I just… I just overreacted." He scratched at the mark before looking back at Shizuka, avoiding eye contact.
"It's nothing," He paused, "Probably just a bug bite."
"I might have something in the first aid kit to cure that—"
As she begun to stand up, he pulled her back down, "No, It's alright, things like these go away on their own. If I can't even handle this, how am I supposed to face the real world?" He laughed.
It was one thing to lie, and another to lie to his sister. But if it kept her away from the truth, the horrifying reality, then he could bear it. The thought of tainting his sister with that cruel man's uncontrollable lust was unthinkable. He wouldn't allow for any contact between that man and his sister, even if it meant in the end he would need to sacrifice a part of himself.
He just hoped it would never have to come to that.
"Katsuya?" The mark on his neck began to itch, and words that sounded more like a statement than a question flooded his head.
"What would you do if I said I happened to like you?"
The visions returned, their last meeting still vivid in his mind, in all of his senses.
"Katsuya?"
And his head fell forward onto his hands that were clasped together tightly on his lap, as if he was submitting to defeat. Somehow, someway, Seto, Kaiba had woven himself into his mind.
And he just couldn't let it go.
Thanks, R&R!