Slice of Reality

Chapter 2: Mine

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! This part is from Seto's POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

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My eyes land on an old white tank top hidden at the back of my desk drawer. My hands reach for it, despite the fact I know it's not mine.

Ah, yes, Jou.

It's his.

I remember now... Of course I remember him, I spent a good few weeks of my life fucking him senseless in various filthy club bathrooms. I pick up the screwed up tank top.

My Jou.

After the clubs we moved on to more hygienic locations. The back of my limo, my office, my kitchen, his kitchen, his bedroom. Never my bedroom though. I wasn't into that staying over, waking up together nonsense.

I shoved the tank top in my briefcase, on top of a myriad of files and reports.

Or so I thought. I snap the briefcase closed and leave my office.

I had to break it off, he was getting clingy. Or perhaps I was. I did go back to his place after all, I don't usually do things like that.

I catch the elevator down to the ground floor.

I wanted to see where he lived, I'm not sure why. The most surprising thing was that I wasn't disgusted by the place. Sure, I would've hated it if I'd lived there. The elevator never worked, there was graffiti everywhere, the walls were paper thin meaning it was always noisy.

I step out the elevator into the foyer of my building, walking briskly to the glass doors and the waiting limo beyond.

But it was real, it was Jou. I think that's what made me go over to him in the first place, that night so long ago in the club.

He was a slice of reality, with his shaggy natural blond hair, his ripped jeans, scuffed up sneakers and beer in his hand. Unpretentious, relaxed and having fun.

I settle back into the comfort of my limo as the driver pulls away.

It went on for longer than I'd expected to be honest. I discovered he was not only stunning but a good conversationalist too.

I run a hand over the soft leather of the seats remembering the time we fucked right on this spot.

Why I am even remembering that? It wasn't as if it was the first time I've fucked someone in the back of the limo. And not the last if I have any say in it either.

There was something about him though, that made me go back for more, that made me go to his apartment.

I let my head drop back against the seat and my eyes close.

I saw him, I liked him, I got him, what more did I want? The thrill of the chase was over, and he was a good fuck but it wasn't meant to turn out this way.

My cell phone bleeps at me insistently from my pants pocket and I ignore it.

If I'd met him in any kind of professional capacity, I'd have hated him. Loud, scruffy, foul mouthed, satisfied with his measly lot.

The limo comes to a stop as we reach the gates of the mansion for a security check.

He wasn't even my type.

I'm clutching at straws now, and I know it. I may as well admit it. I want him.

Before my driver even has a chance to get out his own door, I'm out of mine. I dismiss him quickly and walk around the back of my home to the garage, where I find my baby. A Mazda MX-5 in midnight blue.

I turn out of the driveway heading to the east part of town with a screech of tyres. I don't really have a plan, but it's not like I even need one.

I reach Jou's neighbourhood and slow the car, looking around at the dilapidated buildings.

God, I hate it around here. The people, their homes, jobs, lives. It's all so mediocre and disappointing.

I park up. For all I know the car won't even be there when I come to retrieve it next, but the thought is fleeting. Hell, I could buy ten more if I wanted. Right now, I want him more.

I walk briskly into Jou's building.

How can this be enough for these people? Don't they want more from life?

I reach Jou's apartment, the familiarity of it all strikes a chord in me, and a pause for a moment before knocking on the door.

No answer. Typical. That was Jou all over, he'd once fallen asleep in the back of the limo and forgotten where he was when he'd woken. Idiot.

I glance around the rundown hallways. I tried the door handle, and realised it was a cheap lock on an even cheaper flimsy door.

I rolled my shoulders backwards, tensing my arms. An image of a sweaty Jou lifting off his tank top, his shoulder muscles flexing assaulted my mind.

I rammed the door hard with my shoulder, the lock giving easily.

A slice of reality. I looked round the apartment slowly. It was the little things, the pizza box on the floor, the box of cereal on the couch, the dead pot plant obviously a vain attempt to cheer the place up, the thin curtains barely blocking any light out.

It could be a long wait. I settle myself at the melamine kitchen table to wait, running a finger over the tabletop. We fucked here too.

It might have been hours or simply minutes later. I don't really know, but there was noise in the hallway.

I open the door.

Jou.

"Oh. You"

I smirk at him, as he mock-nonchalantly twirls his keys on one finger.

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

He shrugs his muscular shoulders and wanders in.

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

I pause and watch him for a second.

My Jou.

"You wanna waste time talking or get on with it?" I get straight to the point.

He grabs my necktie and pulls me into the bedroom.

Mine.

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