Slice of Reality

Chapter 1: Over

A/N: This is a Seto x Jou fic. That means slash, yaoi, boy on boy. If ya don't like that kinda thing, don't read this! The first part is from Jou's POV, the next will be from Seto's. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

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As I quietly pull on my pants, I glance over my shoulder at the soundly sleeping body in the bed behind me.

I can't keep doing this. Never mind the fact I'll get a reputation for sleeping round, it's my sanity I'm more worried about.

And it's most definitely not helping me get over him. Not that I'm sure if I even want to get over him.

Him meaning Seto.

Yep, Seto Kaiba. Multi-millionaire CEO, boy genius, one of the most powerful people in Domino, and sexy as fuck to boot.

I sigh quietly and get up, shoes in hand, and pad over to the doorway.

I make my way out of the guy's apartment quietly, absently noting the modern funky décor and furnishing, it's a nice place. Pity we aren't actually dating, I could easily hang out in a place like this for a while.

I close the door behind be tightly, pull on my shoes and start my walk home.

The chill wind hits me as I emerge from the apartment block into the 4am air.

It's not that I don't like any of these guys I meet; for the most part they're nice, sweet, funny, whatever. They're just distractions really. To stop me thinking about the one person I really want and then can't stand at the same time.

But hey, it's over now, right? So there's no use thinking about it.

I stop briefly as I walk by the apartment block where Honda lives. He told me to drop round whenever I wanted to talk.

Somehow I don't think he'd like me on his doorstep at 4am though.

I carry on walking, deciding to stay on the main road instead of taking the scenic route through the park.

But what if it had carried on? I know I shouldn't be thinking about it, I just can't help it. Would I have moved in with him by now? Imagine it, little ol' me in that huge 'fuck off world' mansion. Now that's what I call living.

Or would he still wanna take it slowly? Nah, maybe not, Seto's not the type to sit back and wait for things to happen. If he wants something, he takes it.

Just like me, that night in the club, I guess. I couldn't believe it when he came over and asked me if I wanted a drink.

I was so surprised that for once in my life I was speechless. I nodded and he came back a few minutes later with two beers, nothing fancy like champagne, it was cool. He sat with me in the crowded, sweaty club, and told me he preferred it to the VIP rooms, they were full of fakes. It was more real.

I was like his little slice of reality, his down to earth, 'street trash' lover.

But it was always honest. I knew I didn't fit in with his life, and he didn't fit in with mine. Apart from those nights that we'd go out, throw out our respective lives and names, we'd just be two guys enjoying each others company and love.

God, I'm so lost in thought, I almost miss my own apartment block. I open the door and begin the climb to the seventh floor. The elevator's always been broken.

Not that it bothered Seto when he'd come over. I never thought he'd want to. Just one day out of the blue he said he'd never seen my place. I took the hint and invited him over for a drink a few days later.

It was only a couple of weeks after that that he'd finished it. And I still don't know why. Worst thing is I can't even bring myself to be angry at him, which is really weird for me. It's like I'm floating somewhere between hating him and wanting him.

And I can't get him out of my head. I find myself thinking of him at random times. When I'm making coffee and adding three spoonfuls of sugar, I remember how he doesn't take sugar, yet he always loved the taste of my mouth after I'd been eating something sweet.

Oh Jesus, his mouth. I do not need to start thinking about that. I've just had sex, what am I? Some kind of animal?

I force myself to try and think of anything else. Like how I need to defrost the freezer, the mould on the walls of the stairway, how all of the plants in my apartment are dying coz I haven't bothered watering them.

Although they've been dying for months. I was never there to water them. I was always at Seto's.

Seto. Shit. I was NOT thinking about him.

Finally I reach my door, fumbling around in my pocket for my keys, I never think to get them out before I reach the door. I feel something cold and metal in my back pocket, and have it in my grip when my door opens in right front of me.

FUCK! I almost have a heart attack, until I notice who's in the doorway.

"Oh. You"

I pull out my keys unnecessarily and swing them round on my finger.

"Well? Are you gonna stand outside your own door all night?"

I shrug and walk in, and he closes the door behind me.

"How'd you get into my apartment Seto?"

He gazes at me with those big blue eyes.

"You wanna waste time talking or get on with it?" he avoids answering.

Okay, so maybe I'll forgive him this time.

I grab his necktie and pull him into the bedroom.

Maybe I'd already forgiven him.

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