I cried.
Cried and cried- until I couldn't take it anymore.
Sold Love
I was lost in memories I knew I'd drown in. Those thoughts that brought me back into my own depression and anger of hate.
"Stop it. Don't! S-stop!"
I was thrown to that wall, his strength much greater than mine, nailing me down with his threat and body-opening in me something I never wanted.
I can still hear his whispering shout- burning me alive, then his doubtful touches that only caused me to bleed my pain away.
"I will kill you,"
My own fucking dad.
I then remembered.
I ran to him. Seeing him walk slowly and sighing, rubbing his hands against his face- I grabbed that cold hand and kissed him.
He was surprised.
Eyes widened and his body was almost lost and powerless.
I kissed him roughly- leaning onto him closer and closer, still crying- still hurting.
This kiss was meaningless. I was his damn slave anyway.
I just wanted to- he just needed to-
"What the hell are you doing?-!"
He found his strength back in the middle of our lip lock and grabbed my wrists to get a hold of me.
"Isn't this what you want?" my voice, screaming at him.
I looked at him. He saw me. My red eyes, glaring back at him, teary and shattered.
"Some fuck slave- my master."
My words splattered. All out on the table- And now, why? Why were you looking at me like that?
He didn't say anything back. I continued to glare at him. Tears falling endlessly, not know when to stop. He let go of my wrists and continue to walk away from me.
FUCK.
Why did you look at me like that? Those blue eyes that only showed off your majestic slender pride, those deep and yet dense eyes hiding away so much more than what you already were veiled from. Now, at that moment you looked to fragile, looking like you were nothing but yet everything, wanting to be grasped at that certain chance- but I let go.
My kisses were meaningless.
Why do you want them so bad?
I'm meaningless.
Why do you want me so bad?
Then I saw nothing.
"He needs his medicine, Mr. Kaiba."
"I don't have his fucking medicine. I'll give you 30 minutes."
The man walked away, bowing before he left. The blonde lay in bed, sweating up a storm, soaking his iced cloth to numb away his heat. He didn't even know if he was alive. His breathing was gentle yet mixed with so much frail, turning paler with every breath.
"Don't die on me, mutt."
I saw black. Total darkness, yet so much warmth covered my body.
My eyes opened to see everything before me, including the man who fell asleep beside me, resting his head right below my hand.
I gently rose to sit, trying my best not to wake him up- and saw my pills alongside my pillow.
I went to reach for it, seeing this little piece of junk caused me to smirk- showing me the importance of my terrible life.
I placed it on the same spot, next to the lamp- finding a different level above the desk.
It laid a small frame, facing downwards, dusty and aged. I picked it up and slowly blew away the dust, facing it to see its picture clearly.
A boy.
Small, raven haired- with likeness of Seto, but with wider eyes of innocence and smile that showed his happiness, I always longed for.
This was Mokuba.
Then I felt a tear drop running along my cheek, as I looked in deeply into the photograph.
It told me a million words, almost caving me into a small place unlike reality. Then I felt a small movement, quickly placing down the frame where it was before.
Seto moved his head gently to find comfort in a new position- still napping silently.
I smiled, used my hand to gently brush his hair.
I don't know how to say sorry.
He grabbed my hand, looked at me with his blue eyes now back with confidence and pride.
"Finally you woke up, mutt."
He stood up, still holding my hand- while I was dumbfounded to find him even up.
"You are my fucking slave." He exaggerates, "But mine- and mine alone."
He came closer, leaning me to the wall at the end of the bed, and he slowly sat on me- kissing me again.
His tongue came into my wet mouth, slowly making me moan.
But I kissed him back.
"Open the window."
"It's too cold. You're sick anyways."
"It's just a headache- it goes away. Open the window."
Seto looked at him doubtfully, thinking if he should or not.
"Please."
And with one word it became a command- he opened the window as the small opening gave a cold breeze into the room.
"See? It's cold, isn't it?"
"No-no. I'm fine."
It was around 9 p.m. Both felt so heavy and tired but as they noticed each other's presence- slowly and slowly it faded away.
Seto heard Jou sigh. Even through the singing of the winds he can hear his heart weep aloud.
"Do you need me?"
One question.
That one question that triggered a thousand answers.
Yes. No. Maybe. No. But yes- I need you, I lust for you, I yearn for you and then-
I live for you.
Like how I lived for Mokuba, no- more than that I need you.
But how can I say all this to you without scaring you away?
I felt mute.
"Why are you shaking?"
The reality overwhelmed me- causing me to fro back and forth.
"It's cold." I lied. I was anxious and nervous the fact that he won't know the truth.
"It's okay if you don't need me."
He told me- in his warm, soothing voice. I saw him close his eyes.
"I just wondered-"
"I need you."
I said it. There. My truth. Will you run now? leave me here to die now?
"m-me too."
He answered back in a mutter.
I don't care if I couldn't hear his heart screaming it- he whispered it to me, like a song that the breeze carried.
Suddenly the cold atmosphere felt so breath taking, it was hot and stuffy, warmth and comfort that I just couldn't stop laughing.
He made me happy. I don't know when I laughed.
"S-Seto,"
He called out to me.
"I-I'm sleepy."
I smirked, reaching for his light body and led him to my room.
"WH-WHERE ARE WE GOING?"
"shh-"
I let him down onto my bed, turned off the light.
"w-why are you taking off your c-clothes?"
"It's just my shirt, mutt. Shut up and sleep."
I heard him gulp.
The lamp of my room was off as I lay beside him on my once empty bed.
"It's dark in here."
He whispered, and I can feel him tugging onto the blanket.
I turned my body so I can be facing him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
"I'm here."
I didn't see it since it was so dark- but I just know he blushed.
"Good night."
"Good night."
He whispered into my ear, tickling me pleasurably and gently kissing me on my forehead.
I never knew he would think of me this way- and I never knew I would think of him this way- but…
We needed it.
I kissed him back as he gently smirked, still wrapped in his arms- I slept.
SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! I NEED IDEAS FOR THIS FIC! IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS PLEASE REVIEW IT FOR ME! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!
Jou just has light migraine so don't worry about his medicine.