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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.

Chapter List
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Author�s Notes:

This chapter is an entertaining one, I
promise.
//Pupslut//

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 Ten:

Jounouchi�s POV.
Jounouchi growled as the hips before him swiveled and the ass he was so
thoroughly enjoying disappeared from his line of sight. He brought his eyes up�
(reluctantly, as they had very quickly discovered that this side wasn't
half-bad either..)
�barely catching a glimpse of the feral blue eyes and dark form of a limo
behind it�

~Damn Kaiba�~ The CEO threatened
to ruin everything for him, including casual sex.

� before lips crashed into his own.
Seeing as he was nearly tossed off his feet by the force of it, (The only
thing keeping him up was the death grip the other had on both prospective sides
of his face.) he didn't react immediately, lips motionless under the others.
His hesitance didn't last long, however, as the need to encourage the frontal
misshapenness of the other's leather pants brought him out of his stupor. Not
only this, but the pressing of his own tightening pants against him was serving
as a propellant.
Inside his head, Inner!Jouno was doing naughty things to the sensations
that flooded his taste buds, alternating equally between 'fore mentioned
actions, dancing a very American imitation of a jig, and a scowl that
challenged WuFei's, a minor accomplishment in the face of the associated
Japanese pilot.
In any case, the torrent of emotions towards mostly this unexpected
acquaintance and minorly his more insistent irritation fueled the kiss he
returned.
Pressing forwards into his opposition, he effectively pressed the other
back towards the open door. Which, if the taller one wasn't careful, he was
going to hit his head on. Belatedly, for it now seemed his relatively short
stay at the party was to be ended with an interesting experience with a total
stranger, he wondered if because he'd come with the younger Kaiba�

~Damn Kaiba..~

�he was expected to leave with him.
~As if I'd wake up the next mornin' if I did�~
Inner!Jouno paused his dancing in an out-of-jig-shape huff.
~...Even if nothin' happened. Which it wouldn't, 'cause the kid's just a
kid. Maybe when he's older, heh. �.Assumin' Kaiba off and dies, which I'm not
seein' happening. Damn bastard'll prolly live to be a hundred.~
----
Inner!Jouno shoved Outer!Jouno, who then seemed to shove the stranger
more forcefully back toward the car.
~Hey, What was that for?~
--Stop talking to yourself, mutt.�
~I resent that!~
--Of course you do, Inu. Your mind can only register two things:
Resentment, and your next lay..�
~ ..Why the hell're you in my head, Kaiba?~
--To hell if I should know, you're the one who put me here.--
*growl* ~I hate you.~
--So stop talking to me, mutt, and go back to your fling. With his style,
I can't see why he'd want to keep a dog like you around.--
Jouno pulled back momentarily from the kiss, staring intently with a
light scowl towards the faintly mussed lips before him, and mumbling something that
sounded suspiciously like...
'Fuckin' voices..'
Placing one hand atop the other's
head, (Careful of the wings of course..) He pressed downwards as he
simultaneously pressed their lips together once more, and his body forwards,
working to achieve the goal of actually getting in the car.
Seto�s POV.
A hysterical flapping of headband wings later, he was caught between a
swarming pup in dragon's skin, and leather seating. As to exactly in which
order he hadn't been paying attention at the time, more concerned with why the
other had broken away.
//Did he figure it out...? Hn! Yeah, right. A dog... He'd be better off
trying to make sense of higher level mat--... No, he wouldn't.//
He had a split on the inside of his cheek from restraining the urge to
call out 'baka inu' every ten seconds, which had yielded an excellent reward:
He had something to corner Jou with, come Monday.
That alone gave him the excellent idea of sending a willowy leg up
between the other's that were straddling him for the most part by now, helping
urge the denser weight onto him enough that the blank-faced chauffeur could
shut the door. He was paid to drive--not to ask questions.
It certainly helped, having drones, sometimes.
No questions asked when two Goth'd out dragons came stumbling in for a
ride, rather latched to each other. Now if only he could convince the blond to
be like this to him regularly... Easily remedied, with his cognitive mind in
the works.
He had to tear his lips away to pull in a calming breath, one hand
gripped to the back rim of Jou's pants with the other looped to one of the
collars at his neck, what had once been a fragile blend of black in to ice now
a strange purple on his lower lip. ...And smelled like fruity ice cream.
But, he was smirking at his plans, quirking a brow in wait to see if the
other actually had the nerve, now, to ask where they were off to.

Jounouchi�s POV.
Jouno released a cute little gasp as the leg shifted in between his own,
and it was mimicked by the voice of his head.
--Amazing. Someone who actually seems to want to sleep with you.�
~You didn�t seem so far from it either, Kaiba.~
The voice continued as if it hadn�t heard his remark.
--He seems wealthy and well bred.
Probably healthy too. Oh well, STD�s really aren�t all that bad, are they inu?�
~You�d know, bastard.~
--Would I? It seems to me�..in all of your latest fantasies I�ve been
nothing but healthy. *snicker* like I�d let you take my virginity, Mutt.--
~GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HE--~
��woah..�
His very expressive thoughts were cut off by the leg shifting between
his, and so the monosyllabic word slipped from his lips.

Mmm. Friction.

He leaned in and stole the lips, sucking more on each individual lip than
actually kissing either. When finally he pulled back, his crimson eyes gleamed
with a fire appropriate to the color. He was grinning, a smirk twisted into the
characteristic smile. Perhaps the influence of the already irritating voice
inside his head?
Anyway, he was smirking, or grinning, or doing something, only unsettling
if the person on the receiving end realized he�d never taken so much time to do
anything, excluding dueling or working towards his sister�s surgery. He was
inconsistent, easily distracted, and even more easily amused.
Not particularly a good combination. He broke the silence.
�Kinda eager, arn�tcha��
--You wouldn�t dare�--
�
�..pup..?�

A/N.
Definitely my favorite chapter. Curious as to how Seto will react? This really
is a change of events, eh?
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