Summary: Seto-Anzu-Jou triangle. A look into the relationship of three unlikely people. Oh can't you just taste that angsty dilemma already :)
A/N: So this is just a little something that's been in my head for a few nights now. It's briefly based on a past relationship of mine to which I thought wouldn't make a half bad story to tell. Also inspired by the lovely mischiefmagnet's "The night before." There is a bit of OOC-ness I'll admit, but please take into consideration that this is a futuristic fanfiction. I enjoy non-cannon pairings because they're challenging to write. Oh and as a heads up to all you underage readers out there, this chapter includes some vaguely explicit sex sense. Dun dun dun.
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Infatuation
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There was no sound.
No words.
Just the force of one body against another; grinding alongside her with such defiant movement the young girl could not help but scream.
The figure on top however, scowled; disappointed with how that scream did not incorporate his name. Nevertheless, dissatisfaction merely persisted with the harsh collision in devouring her body even more.
The desire to make her hurt.
The need to make her his.
She was smart, kind, and perfect.
Innocent.
Everything he wasn't.
Shuddering, he finally moved his hand to her hip, holding the girl securely. Her slender pale skin bruised so easily under his fingertips.
But she had never been touched; not like this. And he smirked arrogantly.
"I'll never hurt you," he lied with a slow entry; the woman thrashing underneath him with each additional inch.
Virgin blood.
"Trust me."
Pinning her down, he nestled up to her ear- grabbing hold of that beautiful apricot hair in one tight fist. "My name..." he demanded.
"Oh Jounouchi," she moaned with a heavy need for more; a kiss soon sealed her lips.
His breath caught in his throat as she whimpered, her insides clutching and pulling him in further. For a moment, he paused, indulging in her heat, their closeness, this faultless feeling of his body inside hers.
This could never exist with anyone else.
Only her.
His friend.
His light.
Anzu Mazaki.
It was then, through fever-less tossing between bed sheets, the man was thrown out of his dream. Realizing that was only what it had been, Jou grabbed the closest thing in arms reach and threw it straight against a wall.
"Fuck…" he yelled out, "not again!"
Those words echoed all the way through his head, pulsing in rapid beats. This was too much. He couldn't take the weight suffocating his heart any longer.
"Tomorrow... yeah, tomorrow I'll tell her the truth."
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