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The Dance of Dragons	By : PuppySlut Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Notes:
Mirikonoko� Yeah. I thought that line was rather funny myself, even if
it didn�t have anything to do with anything. As for the plotline�. Yeah. If you
knew my Seto at all, you�d want him. He basically manages to tie everything
together�Looking back through some of the Rp�s we�ve done together�he makes
tiny implications I never even realized were there until I re-read them.
Unfortunately, I don�t see much of him anymore, but it�s nice to revisit.

Kaolared�I used to live in Australia, so
I like your screen name..Did I tell you that already? Anyway�Here�s the next
update!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Yu-Gi-Oh or Yuugi-Ou, and neither does my
partner. We�re�simply borrowing them for the time being, to exploit their
sex-starved libidos and make them do terrible wonderful things to each other.
Warning: This Story includes graphic Yaoi. [Lemon. ^^] If you don�t
like it, don�t read it. Flamers, flame if you like, because truthfully, I
couldn�t care less. I doubt I�ll even bother to read the nonsensical,
grammar-starved flames you�ll undoubtedly come up with. But�try if you like.
Nice reviews are always welcome.

Summary: For Seto�s birthday,
the CEO decides to throw a Halloween costume-party. When Jounouchi meets a
namelessly familiar Blue Eyes, will he recognize who the stranger is before the
encounter becomes irreversible??

Things to Watch Out For:
---- = Later.
^Flashback^
~Jounouchi�s Thoughts.~
--Jounouchi�s Inner Voice[s]--
//Kaiba�s thoughts.//
*Actions*
**= In reference to meetings between Jounouchi and Seto.
Probably not to be posted unless requested often and agreed to by my
partner. (Nothing lemon, don�t get your
hopes up, just the completely normal, hormone ridden, experimental makings out
of a couple of boys who despise each other.)

Chapter Nine:

Jounouchi�s POV.
Hissing expanded from his lips at the scraping of metal as it made it's
way up his chest, but he swallowed beneath the almost familiar sensation�
~..the damn belt buckle was always cold...~**
�and cleared his throat.
"I can walk.." He insisted proudly, always the definition of
pride and strength. When he faltered, he seemed constantly under the eye of the
great faultfinding Kaiba, so the fact that it was the CEO's party didn't add
hesitancy to their plan to leave.
He snorted softly, Gingerly taking the hand out of the front of his
pants, his left hand still holding up the other's. His own were properly
fastened, so he didn't have to worry about them puddling at his feet. A good
thing, especially since he wasn't wearing anything beneath.
"I wouldn't worry about messin' up the bathroom if I was you.
There's prolly already enough spunk in there to paint the walls with, though I
don' think they'd do that."
Leaning down, bringing the hand up in his own, teething over the tip very
lightly before flicking his tongue out over the index finger he'd chosen.
Shifting in the other's arms, he leaned up to place a first, chaste kiss over
the painted lips, careful not to smudge them.
"Did I tell ya you're
wierdly familiar?"
~It's damn annoying, too. If I didn't like ya so much, I'd hate ya for
reminding me so damn much of Kaiba. Stupid ass.~
Jouno's thoughts continued in this direction, crimson eyes fleetingly
drifting over their surroundings for a glimpse of the brunette; hopefully, one
he could use for blackmail later.
Or...ooh, better, Catch him indisposed. *snicker*
Anyway, right now, the Blonde was returning his attention to his unsolved
mystery, one hand still looped inside his pants.

Seto�s POV.
....He didn't need a thought like that. He'd used those urinals
before...
Suppressing a shudder, he instead smothered the rush on his nerves as a
gesture of raking the gauntlets back down his ribs.
"Mm, no, you didn't," he murmured with the faintest grin,
deciding it was appropriate time to let go of the would-be blond. There was
little doubt in his mind to whom Jouno could be reminiscing about, and that
smug knowing could be seen on his pale face. Were it not for the white paint,
then most certainly he would have been spotted as flushed, restraining the urge
to settle his hands on his hips.
Instead, he excused it as needing to hold his own pants up, mostly
because now that they had been relaxed, his... need for attention could be
clearly seen. Biting the inside of his cheek at a thought that sprung to mind
(a wonderment of if he had any peanut butter to lure the pup to places he would
otherwise never sniff twice...), he stiffened and began for the door.
Mokuba was most likely hanging out with Yuugi, and the Egyptian he'd been
playing chess with had already become victim of a white-haired youth dressed
like a black cat.
...With his sister only a few feet away.
Which just.... wasn't right.
In any form.
That kind of sight could drive him away from any attempt to treat his
brother as more than that.
So there he was, wings bouncing
behind him as he sauntered for the door. ...Well, he hoped he was sauntering.
The walk was probably very wooden, with him not wanting to give away both
spirited (the 120 proof kind) indulgences and... others.

Jounouchi�s POV.
The blonde was chuckling as he followed, though the chuckle sounded more
like the disgruntled cackle of some clich�d mortal enemy in primitive
television shows.
His own small intake of alcohol had proved him not to have the stomach of
a sailor, though it had, if anything, lowered inhibitions that Jouno�probably
wouldn�t have been bothered by anyway.
�Except for his bout with liquor that night at Kaiba�s house...**
~Damn Kaiba�~ (This was increasingly becoming a more present mantra in
his mind, causing his face to shadow, crimson eyes to darken, and lips to curl
into a sneer.)..
�.he�d had little to no experience with intoxicating beverages.
Though, there was that
one�memorable night..(Except he really couldn�t remember it�) last year on his
birthday. Why the hell it had to be Anzu was something he still cursed the gods
for. The only reason he�d known at all the other participant in his
surprisingly realistic wet dream was because of the intensely sober way Anzu
was staring at him, and the way all of his other friends were promptly ignoring
any interaction between the two.
Unbeknownst to Jouno, his light shudder at the thoughts was a stronger
shift of his shoulders than he�d thought, and he stumbled briefly, no doubt
encouraging the assumption of alcohol on his person. He watched the leader walk
before him, mutely for a moment before the cackling began again. The laughs
were light on his breath but undoubtedly did not go unheard, for the other was
walking quite like he had a stick�no, an Icicle was shoved up his ass.
�..
~Damn Kaiba.~
Frustrated, and heading steadily towards pissed for the CEO�s constant
interruption of humorous thoughts, Jou changed the topic of them, happily
focusing on what other things he could shove up this man�s ass�(And boy, did he
have a great ass...) to make him walk that way. He heard someone talking, and
again had trouble recognizing the voice as his own, crimson eyes still focused
on the leather-clad arse as he waited for his answer�
�So. where�re we headed?�

Seto�s POV.
He could always tell when he was being stared at�
--but it was different when someone had mixed feelings for you.
On one gauntleted hand, they wanted nothing to do with you save to make
cracks and defeat some testosteronic tendency to not stand for second in the
pecking order**�
�and on the lace-bound other--wanted to fuck yew senseless.
Now, whether he was thinking about himself, or Jou... Did it really
matter? They thought the same way.
Absolutely despised each other's company.
Jou was a bubble-headed street kid that was probably teaching his brother
how to defend himself by means of biting and passing rabies (or T-virus, gods
forbid)--and here he was, leading him outside to the waiting, sleek limo with
its door already drawn open to invite them in.
Admittedly, however, he had never seen Jou take a liking to someone so
fast...
There was Yuugi, but he doubted that the poor midget of a duelist would
ever be...
--well, would have enough spine to try anything with a 'friend'.
Seto, on the other hand... He didn't have friends. Never did, even back
in the orphanage. So, it was no wonder, why the only person that truly adored
(worshipped was more the word) him he would be inseparable from.
...He really didn't feel like surprising his little brother with a not-so-quiet
household to come home to.
Not to mention that would just desperately ruin the air of disguise he
had developed to lure in the pup. Always sniffing where he shouldn't belong... He'd
just have to teach the dog a lesson--maybe even rub his nose in it. That
thought alone made him smirk back to the other when he'd opened his trap.
He had to correct the bratty mongrel... Calling him just an average
kisser?!** He wouldn't stand for it! And besides... if he didn't give him
enough incentive, just like the business world, he'd go and pair off with
someone else.
Like Honda...
Suppressing a shudder, he instead spun around to claim the other's
glitter-ridden face in his hands and brush painted lips together. Fruit punch
and vanilla... Right! That would certainly smell strange in the car, but it
would be worth it, to brush thin lips into his, leaving it to wonder if he was
going to say something, or just wait until he was matched.
Very well couldn't give out the idea he was... desperate?
Nah... Unless it was to blackmail the pup...
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