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Imaginary	By : sakata Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Imaginary

by Sakata Ri Houjun

Warning: PWP and overuse of fruit. Slight bondage.

AN: This was composed in just over an hour in response to a fic challenge in a fanfic guild (which I won!). The criteria: Supernatural and the use of a certain fruit. I think when you read this, you'll get the idea.

This is not really tied in to Nedjem Bit, but it could be.

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Jounouchi should have known something was wrong the moment he opened up his eyes and found himself no longer in the bed he shared with his tall lover. The clink of chains holding his arms overhead was the major tipoff, the cold stone biting into his back was another. But he didn't want to believe this was real until he slid open honey-hued orbs to gaze at the mist covered room he was now in, the hand-carved walls littered in heyroglyphs, almost like he was in a tomb, which did very little to settle the blonde teen's sense of unease.

A few steps echoed through the room and he turned, finding himself staring into the ice blue eyes of his lover. No, this wasn't the tall CEO who affectionately called him koinu, but a darker counterpart that he had seen before, that time he had followed Yugi into the maze-like soul room of his yami and into the past. He had seen this man, stood face to face with this bronzed ancestor of Seto.

A dread certaintity fell over Jounouchi for this had been something he feared would happen ever since the Sennen Scepter fell into the brunette's possesion, that like Yugi and Bakura his lover would succumb to a Yami half. Unwilling to face this reality, the blonde shut his eyes tightly, willing it all to be a dream. But at the initial touch of warm and very real fingers against his face, his eyes snapped open, gazing at the High Priest who stared back with something that could only be described as a mixture of longing and hunger, leaving Jounouchi feeling no more than a piece of meat to be consumed.

It took Jounouchi two tries before he managed to find his voice. "What am I doing here?" He silently gave himself kudos for not letting his voice waver.

Seto's darker half blinked at him, as though not expecting the blonde to speak. "There is something I miss," he returned softly, the barest hint of emotion in that baritone that seemed to slide across his skin. As though that were explanation enough, the High Priest waved his hand and in an instant Jounouchi found himself as naked as the day he was born, still chained to the stone table. He flushed darkly and strugged against his bonds, the driving urge to cover his necesities overriding the initail fear he felt.

Meanwhile, he was undeniably aware of the blue orbs that raked over his body, drinking in the sight of him, memorizing each and every nuance of his form. This only served as a catalyst to Jounouchi's arousal that had been first awakened at the soft undertones from his lover's bronzed yami. When the smoothly tapered hand decended upon his heated skin, the blonde was mortified to find himself arching into the gentle touch, a soft moan escaping.

After a few teasing caresses, the hand pulled away, leaving Jounouchi whimpering for more. Instantly, the musky scent of myrrh filled his nostrils, achingly familiar, and the hand returned, joined by its twin, rubbing scented oil throughly into his skin, eliciting more than just moans from the restrained blonde. Through lust-dazed amber, Jounouchi watched the bronzed adonis anoint him, slowly trembling under the attention, unable to fully fathom how he could so easily give in.

The High Priest moved once more, pulling away from his captive only to return with an ornate jar in his graceful hands. Silently he poured the contents over the blonde's body, as though reverantly preparing a sacrifice upon this altar. The warm liquid ran in sticky trails along his torso, a familar sweetness mixing with the musk of the oil. After a moment of silent awe, the brunette bent, lips and tongue paying homage to the golden god that writhed underneath him, licking up the spiced honey he had dabbled on the hot skin, savoring the taste.

When he had had his fill, Seto's yami stood and magically produced and oblong item. Even in his pleasured state, Jounouchi managed to register what it was and his eyes widened.

"A banana?" he ground out breathlessly, surprise and confusion evident.

The high Priest nodded solemnly. "A rare fruit to be enjoyed with an even rarer treasure."

Jounouchi flushed at the complement only to squeak in shock as his legs were spread and the tip of the banana began probling at his entrance. Instantly he wriggled, trying to escape the inevitable, but the brunette was persistant and soon the fruit was embedded within the most intimate of his crevices. The blonde hissed in slight pain but with gentle coaxing and slow movements, he found himself giving in, his head lolling back onto stone as he moaned softly.

When the item was removed, he protested, head lifting up, body trembling for more. The bruised fruit merely disappeared from the High Priest's hand, followed a heartbeat later by the rich purple robes that clad his tall frame. Jounouchi gaped in awe at the sight presented him, the lean bronzed form that was an absolute reflection of his pale lover, such sheer perfection that never failed to draw him time and time again to Seto's bed.

The High Priest descended upon the hapless blonde, covering his body with his own, mouth claiming the parted lips that begged for more, swallowing his pleas even as he relearned the taste he had ached an eternity for. Jounouchi moved his limbs to draw his lover's yami to him, not astonished in the least to find that the chains were no longer there. When the taller of the two pulled away to allow the sweetness of oxygen to fill their lungs, the blonde looked furtively about the room, finding that the coldness of the tomb-like chamber replaced with a lavish bedroom that was shrouded in rich fabrics and flickering oil lamps, the plushness of a linen draped bed replacing the altar.

He didn't question these happenings, only waited for Seto's yami to finish what he started. And finish he did, plunging deeply into the prepared opening, pounding forever into the sweet tightness that welcomed him. The intertwined pair moved in a breathless dance of joining that was older than the pyramids, something primal and exqusite that Jounouchi only shared with Seto. But this was the aloof CEO too, wasn't it, for they were one and the same, an eternal reincarnation that he would always give his heart to.

The climax was hard and swift, claiming both victims simultaneously, their voices chourusing to the darkness as one. Jounouchi gazed dazedly up at those endlessly blue eyes that shimmered with an emotion that he knew Seto held exclusively for him, his own sliding closed a heartbeat later.

When he reopened them, the blonde had blink in shock, for he was no longer in the High Priest's chamber but in the room he shared with Seto. Amber gaze shifted and found his lover sitting beside him in bed, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he stoically read the morning paper. Jounouchi sighed to himself, not sure if he should be relieved or disappointed that it was all a dream.

"Breakfast is on the nightstand," came Seto's no-nonesense voice, his typical way of saying good morning to his blonde lover.

Jounouchi turned, finding a bowl of ceral and a small silver pitcher of milk awaiting him.

And a banana.

One that was heavily bruised.

The blonde sat up quickly and winced as a sharp pain shot through his backside, then realized that perhaps dreams weren't as imaginary as he thought.
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