Name: Before the Sun
Prompt: #32: Regret
Characters: Otogi Ryuuji x Jounouchi Katsuya
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugioh (though it'd make an awesome birthday gift), and all characters, and mentioned locations belong to Kazuki Takahashi.
Otogi usually loved the morning after a one night stand. The day seemed clearer in his eyes, less hazy, sharper, almost like new. How the sun would peek beyond the trees and the hollow songs of birds would go on deaf ears. He usually awoke before his "lover", never casting a glance back, and leave with a cigarette placed between thin lips, one finger occupied with twirling a strand of hair, the other busy lighting said cigarette, then removing it from his mouth to release a plume of smoke into the early morning cool.
He was used to the usual, and these stands would be marked down as nothing more but another person who had the pleasure of being in bed with the infamous, flirtatious, beautiful Otogi Ryuuji. It was simple—they would feel no regrets, no mistakes, no attachment. And Otogi would brush it off, and say it was a mistake, regret and there were no attachments.
But he can't seem to brush this one off so easily.
It started bad already, the first mistake just being as uncomplicated as waking up late. When he awoke, the sun was already up, and he heard people murmuring downstairs. Downstairs? Oh yeah, he said, raising his somnolent head from the comfortable pillow, I wasn't at my house last night.
And indeed he wasn't at his house. He was in Mutou Yuugi's house, and, he couldn't believe it, he had a one night stand in the most innocent house he could think of. Shrugging, Otogi just thought, well, now I can say I've done it everywhere. Plus, there was a post-graduation party at the Mutou residence, and small, innocent, cherub faced Yuugi did have beer. Not his fault he had a bit too much and had to control his libido for a while in a room with someone…
Pulling up black pants over thin legs, Otogi made the other mistake of looking at the bed. His "lover" (can he really call them that anymore? He wondered if "acquaintances in bed" would work better, but then, he noted, I'll sound like a whore. Like I'm not already.), and saw a mop of golden hair on top of the pillow next to his. Wondering who the lucky lady was, Otogi crept up and pulled the sheets back a little, and, to his surprise, it wasn't a lady, but Jounouchi Katsuya sleeping soundly in the bed. His mouth was wide open, a small line of drool leaking out, his golden eyelashes twitching in his dreams, red lips swollen from sleep, and Otogi couldn't look away.
Maybe it was the sun, making his blonde hair shine out like a halo, or how his skin seemed pale, and smooth in the dim room, and how gorgeous he looked right there, sleeping, and—gorgeous? Otogi shook his head, rolled his eyes, scoffed quietly, and did everything to mark his disbelief. How could he sink so low as to go and sleep with that second-rate duelist, that loud mouth punk, that dog? How could he have Jounouchi possibly seduce him? Or had Otogi done the seducing, per usual? Otogi couldn't decide what to believe, but all he could see was a piece of blonde hair slip gracefully onto Jounouchi's face, tickling his nose, and move silently as Jounouchi breathed deeply in and out, in and out, in and out, and…
Otogi sighed, rubbing his temples, slipping his pants off, and going under the covers, and wrapping his arms around Jounouchi's sharp hips, pressing the blonde close to his body. He couldn't resist. He knew he couldn't resist last night when Jounouchi, inebriated and so beautiful laughing, joyous, asked him to kiss him. He knew he couldn't resist when the kiss ended and his lips begged for more.
Otogi wished he could brush this off as another mistake, regret, and leave with no attachment. But he couldn't. Because he never wanted mistakes, regrets, attachment—but he wanted this one. And he can't imagine why.