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A/N: A one shot, probably not my best work but I had to get it down while I had the idea. The two people are distinguished like this: the one who's telling the story is he, and the other is he. So, for your pleasure, I present you the story:
Blue eyes watching
They looked the same; even his eyes were the same shade of blue. Or were they? No, those eyes were precious jewels that matched nothing in the world. Those eyes held secrets no one, but he knew. Because his blue eyes saw everything, witnessed each moment.
He was the only one who knew how he would drift off to sleep after working too late. He was the only one who saw his face as he dreamt, that innocence, purer than that of an angel. Because in his dreams he was seeking heaven, and not for himself, but for his darling little brother, for whom he cared deeply, and protected at all costs.
He was the only one who knew how he tossed in bed as he had another nightmare, one about his brother dieing. He was the only one who saw his face twist with a frown, as he breathed his name, caressing it in his sleep, as if it was something fragile. Fragile, indeed, that, he was. The moment he'd notice how he guarded every moment of his life, he would disappear, leaving nothing behind, but an aching heart. Or maybe, just maybe, two of them.
Because, he saw it too, how he curled up into a ball on his bed, how he tried to embrace himself, to warm his shaking figure up, in lack of snuggling closer to another body, exactly the same as his.
He would never know that he saw him back there in the past, that his blue eyes were so tempting his soul left Eden, and followed his desire to watch him forever. Now, imprisoned in this hollow world between life and death, he would watch over him as a guardian angel. Because he was like a son, a descendant that was so alike, and still completely different. And those eyes, those magical blue eyes, made him shiver as he looked right through him. Once, just once, he seemed to stare back into his loving gaze, and it scared him, that he found out, and he might have to leave. But after a moment, he looked away again, and he could embrace that wonderful pain of being so close, yet not being able to touch.
However, he knew another secret about him, one that he would remember even after thousand years of agony, one that makes him love him even more. Because he saw him under the shower, the way he leant against the cold tiles, hot water running down his wonderful lines, as he's pleasing himself, withering in bliss, eyes half-open, that brilliant shade of blue dulled by passion, his breathes shaky and sharp, his lips dry, as he moans their name, the sweet pain of them being the same soaked into each sound he makes. And he is beautiful, more beautiful than anything, bathing in the sea of complete ecstasy. He waits under the water for a long time, until he catches his breath, and dares to look into the mirror once again. And what he sees there makes him feel ashamed, and he knows, because he sees his face, flushed from pleasure, his hair tousled, his lips slightly parted, as he's still panting a bit, and he knows he can't help but imagine how he would look exactly like this, if he could touch him. Touch him in places he never touched anyone before, and never wanted to, but right now he can't help but yearn for it. Yearn for the feel of his tanned skin, yearn for the sound of small moans escaping his lips as he pleased him, opening the gates of paradise, showing him what real bliss felt like.
He knew he wanted him, and it made him ache all over, spiritual pain, so unlike anything, still so agonizingly simple the cause. A love that can never be real, however much craved, however much both sides wished for it.
He loved him, oh, how he loved him, each bit of him, but mostly, his eyes, those wonderful blue eyes, which were so similar to his, and still completely different. Because for an outsider they held no love, but scorn, anger, determination, and sometimes, when looking at his little brother, care. But he was the only one, who saw everything in his eyes, pain, fear, desperation, concern, passion, and sometimes, when looking in the mirror, love. Because he knows when he looks into the mirror, it's not his reflection he sees, but a man, whose eyes are also blue, but still completely different. Those blue eyes will watch over him protectively until the end of time. And he shall never know.
THE END
A/N: Hope you liked it, Seto Kaiba/Pries Seto wasn't a pairing I really cared about, but I had to try, it seemed interesting, so this is the result. Reviews appreciated!