Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I'm not even sure this makes literary sense, but I like it. Please review. I don't own Yugioh, contains bluntly vague yaoi, homophobia and character death. Enjoy this small drabble.
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Perfection Lost
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He tilts his head back as a pair of hands stroke his abdomen causing beautiful shivers to race up his spine. He sighs as these same hands run up his stomach, tweak his nipples and run themselves through his hair. He silently loves these moments, where it's soft and unhurried. Kaiba doesn't come across these moments too often because they never ever have the time, Joey included. He reaches down and guides Joey to him, where they share a kiss that could have eternity sigh with its beauty. Kaiba breaks it, nipping softly on ears, neck, throat, collar bone and blowing soft breaths upon goose fleshed golden skin.
Joey sighs, squirming around a little at the nipping, it brought a soft smile to his lips as his lover continued his exploration, and they haven't even taken off all their clothes yet. Joey murmured a quiet 'I love you' and Kaiba murmured a faint 'I love you too…' Joey could have cried, every time he heard that statement he felt butterflies in his stomach and his soul felt like it was trying to burst out and flutter away with the sun…or something dramatic like that. He closed his eyes and let the sensations of his lover was over him beautifully. Life was perfect, if only for these moments before the real world came back knocking with a vengeance.
The brown-eyed boy sighed peacefully as clothes were carefully removed from him, and vice versa. He moaned as he was swallowed and made oral love to. He cried as his back arched and he sprayed seed all upon Kaiba. He sighed again when his lover brought him down from post-orgasmic bliss and he smiled when they cuddled together and he snored when they fell asleep.
Joey wished his could do this everyday, every night. Joey wished he could always reach out to Kaiba, pin him and kiss him silly in school. But the world, cruel as ever, doesn't have time for idiotic homosexual relationships, nor does it tolerate the mixing of elite with those less than elite. Joey remembers the last time they made love, he remembers their last fight, but most importantly he remembers the warm body he cradled as it bled. He wonders why that one moment in time comes flashing to his memory, but then again, life isn't known to follow the books. He looks up blurry eyed at his father who is holding the smoking gun and he continues to look as another bullet is placed right between own his eyes.