Pairing: Seto/Jou
Beta: Daisey - Too good to be true
EpilogueJou melted under Seto’s caresses, wondering how his hands could be so strong and yet so soft at the same time. But, he realized, his passion-darkened eyes locked on the gorgeous brunette, when it came to someone as perfect as Seto Kaiba some things just couldn’t be explained. Like how the light from the fireplace made his pale skin glow almost ethereally as the brunette removed his clothing and then drew Jou into his arms to do the same to the smaller male. The slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks, the blond permitted Seto to undress him, unable to tear his gaze away from the deep, azure eyes above him, now so full of desire, passion…love. A deep, painful love that echoed his own.
“Beautiful,” Seto whispered as he removed Jou’s last item of clothing and then, caressing his cheek, claimed his mouth again. His lips tasted like his favorite chocolate, and the brunet was already addicted. Katsuya had always surprised him and even now there was no exception. Carefully he laid the blond down, his flowing trench coat becoming a makeshift blanket. He gazed in both awe and adoration at the vision the blonde made as he lay there, reaching for him. Beneath his bad-mouth and rough manners, he’d discovered over the past several weeks that the other was fragile. Like a golden rose. Katsuya had been wrong…without a doubt, his present to the brunet reminded Seto of the blond himself. His words tender, his touches gentle, he carefully prepared the other, the wet heat of his mouth and his well moistened fingers causing Jou to writhe and beg beneath him. Finally Seto entered the smaller male, marveling at how perfectly their bodies fit together as they moved slowly, like a dance, his length filling the blond beneath him. Katsuya’s passion-darkened gaze was locked with his own, and Seto felt as if he was drowning in the amber irises. It didn’t matter, though. He didn’t want to be saved.
Words had been long forgotten. They didn’t need them, their expressions… the way they moved against each other and clung to each other telling all that needed to be known. The only thing breaking the silence was the sound of the blizzard outside, and the quiet moans and gasps that escaped from both teen’s lips.
Jou knew he would never tire of the way Seto felt against him. Wanting more, he tightened his arms around the brunette’s neck, his fingers threading though the chestnut tresses. Murmuring Seto’s name he then kissed him deeply, his length now trapped tightly between their bodies, their skin sweating from the heat, like they were melting…and becoming one.
Seto returned the kiss, his hands lightly grasping his lover’s slim hips. Their pace was slow, deep…their motions almost non-existent. Despite their excitement, their physical and emotional need for each other, they wanted the perfection of that moment to last forever.
And then, suddenly, neither of them could hold back any longer. Like a sigh, followed by an explosion that created a myriad of colors, they came. Azure eyes watched as the blond sobbed lightly from the force of his orgasm and the strength of his emotions. Gently kissing away the other’s tears, he hugged the blond tightly, hiding his face on Katsuya’s shoulder.
Jou hugged him back smiling sadly, even once his tears had stopped. He fell sleep in Seto’s arms, his lover still inside him, his heart filled with bittersweet contentment as he realized that, for the first time in his life, he felt complete.
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The radio had been playing ballads all day. The brunette sighed as he watched the airport disappear as his limousine pulled away. Only Mokuba had come with him to see the blonde and his sister off, and soon after Shizuka and Jou had boarded the plane, they’d left.
He sighed again, his fingers idly sifting through the soft tresses of his brother’s hair where Mokuba lay asleep on his lap. His thoughts instantly drifted to the soft gold of Katsuya’s tresses, and a sad, little smile curved the corner of his lips.
Suddenly a new song started to play and Seto almost laughed at the irony. It was as if the female singer had heard about himself and Jou, and had written that song in their honor. Absently, he wondered if Jou liked this artist. He himself had heard the song long ago, but now, the lyrics made more sense than ever. His eyes drifting closed, he quietly sang along the bittersweet memory of his and Katsuya’s last kiss filling his mind.
“These tears I've cried, I've cried a thousand oceans. And, if it seems I'm floating in the darkness… well, I can't believe that I would keep you from flying. And I would cry a thousand more if that's what it takes to sail you home…”
Silently, time and again, he repeated the lyrics, long after the song was over, calling out to his lover across the distance with both his words and his heart. And, though he knew he was being sentimental and foolish he couldn’t help but hope to reach him… to let Katsuya know that, despite his wealth and his fame, all he truly wanted was the blonde in his arms again… for just one moment more.
OWARIThanks for the kind words and comments.
Mystik
