Pairing: Ryou? x Jou
Genre: dark
Rating: PG-13
Words: 517
Summary: Jou has a rather shocking experience.
Memory Album
Installment Eight: Illusory
Actions can be surprisingly illusory.
He never imagined that Ryou could ever be so misleading in any of his actions. He always imagined that the docile boy was straightforward and frank, albeit somewhat timid. He was far from deceptive; he wasn't one to take advantage of others and exploit them to achieve what he desired.
Yet, that was just exactly what he did to him.
It was the most unexpected thing to ever happen to him. It wholly shocked him and threw his pleasant little world off its axis, flipping everything upside down until he scarcely knew which direction was up any longer. One moment they were talking quietly with each other and the next the boy was sprawled all over him, lips pressed hungrily against his own.
It was a brutal kiss, the opposite of everything which he had expected of the other. Where he had expected the soft glide of lips, he had received the harsh scrape of teeth. Where he had expected the tentative brush of tongue against his own, he had the cavern of his mouth plundered for whatever measly treasures lay inside. Where he had expected the soft touch of fingers against his shoulder, he had received an unforgiving grip, bruising in its force with carefully tapered nails digging painfully into his flesh. Where he had expected the soft flutter of attraction to linger in his stomach, he had received the jolt of arousal surging through his veins.
He had to admit that it was erotic. That was something which he could not deny; it was the plain truth, after all. He felt submissive beneath the dominating force of the other boy, and something about relinquishing control to someone else gave him such a heady rush—so when Ryou pushed him firmly down on the couch and crawled on top of him, he only groaned in response as teeth clamped down upon the tender flesh of his neck.
It was as if the other boy was determined to devour him—to absorb his tension and swallow his very being whole in his suffocating presence. So when his cell phone rang, jerking the both of them out of this state of delirium, he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed and relieved at the same time.
He fixed his rumpled clothing as he spoke with his sister on the phone, promising her that yes, he would come right away to pick her up, and to give him a few minutes to get his belongings together. With that he hung up and began to pack up his school books, ignored since Ryou had all but assaulted him. He avoided the other boy's gaze, but he could feel it boring into him, raising the hairs on the back of his neck and sending an anticipatory shiver curling down his spine.
When he hastily shuffled out of the door, eyes downcast and murmuring a quick goodbye, he missed the predatory glint in the boy's eyes. And when the door clicked shut, the white-haired boy threw his head back and laughed.
Inside the soul room, Ryou lay unconscious.