[Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Ryo/Asuka, Cake, #oo2] Like the Light
Title: Like the Light
Author: praiseofshadows
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Claim: Ryo/Asuka, pairing
Ratings & Warnings: NC-17; set immediately after episode 83 (Hell Kaiser Ryo vs Master Sameshima) but otherwise playing fast & loose with canon >.>
Disclaimer: The Y, the G, and O are not mine. XD.
He’s back from wherever the hell he went (and no, she didn’t spend her nights sobbing into his voicemail) and so, so sure she’ll come when he calls her.
And she (because she’s an idiot) goes.
He’s drunk by the time she gets to the hotel. Drunk and sloppy: sprawled in a chair, his black leather trench discarded and his eyes unfocused.
She is as cold and unfeeling as the light, and so she slaps him hard. “You’ve made everyone worry,” she tells him. Twists her mouth into a semblance of a smile. “Hell Kaiser Ryo.”
He grabs her wrist, pulling her down onto him. She can almost taste the whisky on his breath. “Not you, though,” he tells her. “I’ve heard all about you and that boy.” He twists his mouth back at her. “Didn’t take you long.”
She doesn’t correct him or his drunken accusations. The light never explains; the light only is.
His other hand presses up between her legs and against her panties. “Did he like it, ‘Suka? Did you make him scream?” And she hates him for doing this and hates herself (because she’s here with him and because she’s wet and he can feel it and she should be hard and dry like light).
“You’re drunk,” she tells him.
“And you’re a slut,” he returns, fingers pushing past the satin and the lace (and he smirks at her because he knows that she’s worn them for him) until they’re up in her slick and her warmth, and she stiffens. “Such a slut,” he says to her. Then, darkly, “My slut.”
(She isn’t light, no matter how much she’d like to be. In the end, she’s only Tenjoin Asuka. And this - this - is somehow her life)
Author: praiseofshadows
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Claim: Ryo/Asuka, pairing
Ratings & Warnings: NC-17; set immediately after episode 83 (Hell Kaiser Ryo vs Master Sameshima) but otherwise playing fast & loose with canon >.>
Disclaimer: The Y, the G, and O are not mine. XD.
He’s back from wherever the hell he went (and no, she didn’t spend her nights sobbing into his voicemail) and so, so sure she’ll come when he calls her.
And she (because she’s an idiot) goes.
He’s drunk by the time she gets to the hotel. Drunk and sloppy: sprawled in a chair, his black leather trench discarded and his eyes unfocused.
She is as cold and unfeeling as the light, and so she slaps him hard. “You’ve made everyone worry,” she tells him. Twists her mouth into a semblance of a smile. “Hell Kaiser Ryo.”
He grabs her wrist, pulling her down onto him. She can almost taste the whisky on his breath. “Not you, though,” he tells her. “I’ve heard all about you and that boy.” He twists his mouth back at her. “Didn’t take you long.”
She doesn’t correct him or his drunken accusations. The light never explains; the light only is.
His other hand presses up between her legs and against her panties. “Did he like it, ‘Suka? Did you make him scream?” And she hates him for doing this and hates herself (because she’s here with him and because she’s wet and he can feel it and she should be hard and dry like light).
“You’re drunk,” she tells him.
“And you’re a slut,” he returns, fingers pushing past the satin and the lace (and he smirks at her because he knows that she’s worn them for him) until they’re up in her slick and her warmth, and she stiffens. “Such a slut,” he says to her. Then, darkly, “My slut.”
(She isn’t light, no matter how much she’d like to be. In the end, she’s only Tenjoin Asuka. And this - this - is somehow her life)