Complexes

by

MistressAbarai

Summary: After a fight between high school seniors Szayel and Yylfordt, both are assigned detention. Yylfordt confesses to Szayel that he has feelings for him; feelings Szayel cannot return. Or can he? Read more to find out! Strong lemon in future chapters :D

Once again, this was not edited by my beta reader so forgive me for any mistakes ^^ Please enjoy!


Yylfordt. I never thought much of him the first time I saw him. He just seemed like another one of those good-looking, guys that girls went nuts over. Just another pretty face, but boy, was I dead wrong. He changed my life that fateful day in detention...

I sat behind the chipped, gnarled wooden desk, glaring furiously at the blonde-haired feind that stared nonchalantly into air. Yylfordt, that vile creature landed me in this stupid classroom. Why? He dared to taunt me about my hair color! I did not think him such an immature person, making fun of my hair. It is rose, not pink. The moment I turned to face him in that hallway filled with students, the second my fist connected with his jaw, it was all downhill from there. Honestly, if he wouldn't have uttered a word, neither of us would be in this classroom. Just as my rage had simmered down, Yylfordt turned to face me from two desks front of me.

"Hey, um, Szayel?"

I sighed before responding, "What, Yylfordt? What could you possibly want now?"

"I, uh, I'm sorry about making fun of you."

Is he trying to mock me?

"Yeah? Well I don't believe a word of it."

"Please, Szayel. I want you to forgive me."

"Forgive you? How could you ask for forgiveness so soon? I thought you hated me. As I do you."

"Because..."

Oh, come on! Could he be any more frustrating?

"What, Yylfordt? What! Spit it out."

"Ahh... Forget it. It's-- it's stupid."

I swear could have seen a blush come onto his face. Why would he blush...? He began to twirl a strand of his golden-hair around one of his slender fingers and chewed softly on his lower lip nervously.

"Yylfordt. What is it?"

"I... I... I..."

"You, you, you?"

"The only reason why..." He closed his eyes and then continued, "The only reason why I made fun of you... Is because... I... Like you."

At first, those words didn't process in my mind. But once they did, it was as I'd fallen from a 100 story building and landing on my back, knocking the wind from me with a swift motion.

"You... cannot be serious. You're a... Guy, just like me."

"'I've considered that. And... I know you'd react like this. But how else would I get your attention without it being... Strange?"

"Well, you could have said 'hello'!"

I paused to clear my fogged glasses due to my growing anger. It's like he was deprived of all common sense! He returned to his previous position, staring into space while toying with his hair once more. That being, he has feelings for me. Feelings one male should not have for another. It's a forbidden affection! I could never feel the same way. Could I?

"Szayel?" I noticed his expression; anxious and worried. Did he expect me to return those affectionate feelings?

"Yylfordt. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don't feel the same way."

Much to my surprise, I wanted to take those words back into my mouth when he made the most saddening face I had ever seen in my entire life. I had the strongest impulse to hold him closely and push that annoying little strand of aucrimous silk from between his eyes... Wait!I I shouldn't feel this way! I just can't. It's not right, it's not normal...

"Szayel? Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yes I'm fine. I'm just... Trying to process this."

"Just forget it, Szayel. It's time to leave. Detention is over."

And with those last words, Yylfordt bolted out of the classroom like a raging bull, fuming over my disappointing rejection. How could I though? He's a guy and so am I. Yet there's still the smallest sliver of sympathy inside me. Is there a way I could apologize without getting close?

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"Yylfordt, no we-- we can't."

"Yes, Szayel. Just let me handle this." Slowly, I felt his hands wander over my rock-hard nipples as shameful moans left my mouth. My open, vulnerable body was coated in a soft sheen of sweat, yet it did not cool down my heated skin as Yylfordt continued his administrations. All I could do was lie there on the rigid, stiff matress while his cruel tongue traced circles around my navel. Oh, God, how another male create such divine pleasure? It's incomprehensible, but I'm still experiencing it. Ah yes, now his mouth has reached the sin itself and he did not hold back from engulfing it completely.

"Ah, no! Yylfordt, no. It's wrong.." Why? I can't take it anymore! My body won't obey my mind when it commands it to stop. The ecstasy... It's too much.

"Yylfordt!" I cried out loudly and sat straight up in my bed. Frantically, I ran my hands over my body, making sure that creep wasn't anywhere near me.

"Shit, it was a dream." I can't believe it, I--I dreamed about him. I'm completely disgusted with myself. How could this happen? I gazed out the window on left side of my bed, pondering this strange dream. I don't like him, right?


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