Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is property of Kazuki Takahashi and affiliates. I don't own anything, and am making no profits whatsoever. But then, you already knew that, didn't you?
Rating: PG-13 (and I'm not even certain it deserves that to be honest)
Warnings: Shounen-ai, slash, yaoi, male on male sexiness – whatever you want to call it, you have been warned.
A/N: I blame this pointless drabble on my pen. It's a pretty blue fountain one that I found myself having the urge to write something with, since it makes even my writing look all purty and flowy on the page. That's how this came to life. …That and I needed my JouKai fix for the day. Giggle My, I am pathetic.
Morning Dread
Sometimes, late at night, Seto will wake up in a cold sweat, an inexplicable feeling of loss shaking him to the core, and an unidentifiable stirring in his gut. The feeling is both painful and pleasant at the same time, and it will make him want to wrap his arms around the blond lying next to him; make him want to hold on tight and never ever let go. Because the intensity of this want will frighten him more than anything else ever could, he won't. Instead, he'll roll over onto his side, turn away from the sleeping boy, and make sure there is no body contact between them before he finally begins to relax. Because he has turned away, he'll miss the small frown that will mar Jou's peaceful face, the way his hands will twitch out reflexively in search of the warmth of only moments ago. And, on certain occasions, if his bedmate has been less asleep than he thinks, Seto will miss the sad smile that'll flicker across his face before he too turns away to seek solace in sleep.
On mornings after nights such as these, Seto will throw Jou out the moment he is awake. He will feel guilty at the stricken look on Jou's face, but won't ever show it. He will have come too close to showing it the night before, which is precisely why he'll be so cruel the next morning. A part of Jou will understand, so he'll leave without a fuss – only that same sad smile Seto's missed so many times before. And just as Jou shuts the door and walks out, the aching pain of his dreams – the ones in which he looses Jou; the ones that leave him cold and sweaty and reaching for something he knows he shouldn't need – will return tenfold, and it will be all he can do not run after the blond.
Then one night, while he watches through partially closed eyes as Seto shoots bolt upright in bed, his breath uneven and forehead damp, a realization will hit Jou. A morning will come where he'll have to close that door with the knowledge that he won't be returning. One or the other of them will eventually make that decision, because they simply won't be able to continue the way they've been going. So he will open his eyes fully, and just as Seto is about to lie back down and roll over, he will reach out and grab hold of his hand. And once Seto has gotten over his momentary surprise, Jou will pull him down next to himself, and wrap his arms around the still shaking body. He'll press gentle kisses to sweat dampened skin, and he will be the one to hold on and never ever let go.
Fin.