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The Dance of Dragons	By : PuppySlut Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry it took me a few days to update, guys. I�m going to check, and
maybe update two in one foul swoop for you guys.
I�ve been working on a Thesis paper, so I haven�t had much time to
work on this.
Anywho.
To answer your questions,
No, this does not mean that Jou knows it�s Seto. But think
about it. He�s been abused with this nickname for so long, and finally he gets
a chance to use it on someone else, who won�t know that
he�s stolen it from Kaiba. But, since you are all, no doubt, looking forwards to
seeing Kaiba�s reaction, I�ll move on.

And, yeah. I love the �inner comments� too, Mirikonoko.

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 Eleven:

Seto�s POV.
�Not that he minded getting the color stolen off his lips. Beneath the
paint, the thin slivers were swelled with pink and attention that he wasn't
entirely familiar to. What voices in his own mind that did plague him he had
shoved away into a dark corner to be tossed to Shadows later so he could try
and enjoy himself.
So long as the blond didn't know who he was, he could do anything, and
probably that kind of freedom could keep him in disguise just a while longer.
But he'd urged the other up on his thigh so the driver could shut the door
behind them, seeing them as far too busy to do it themselves.
And then...
Azure pools saucer-ed lightly at the title.
Their weight shifted when the limo lurched in to motion, and still he was
stuck in his own skin while on the inside he was writhing in need to strangle
the other.
The pup had the.... audacity to call him a pup?!
"Ex...cuse me?"
The blond would be better to explain himself, and fast, or by goodness
before they reached the highway that would lead to aimless hours of just the
man letting the streetlights roll by. Much as he was enjoying a good
second-snogging that had included another kind of second (of which he'd
initially been planning to just be perfect and hit a Home Run.... that had been
caught right at the padded fence line apparently...) -- he was not unkind to
the prospect of throwing the dog out of the moving vehicle. A fluttery stomach
was easy to hide, having to develop an iron shield for his brother to have the
ability of hiding behind, forcing a thin, confident smirk to his lips.
"I'm a dragon, tonight. You're the one that came in dressed like
Lassie."
Ah, good ole' orphanage Saturday Mornings...

Jounouchi�s POV.
A light sigh escaped his lips, as he shifted backwards from the other.
The friction, in turn, caused yet another light exhalation to escape him, but he
soon regained his composure, and lifted eyes to meet the strangers.
Deep crimson clashed with the dazzling, if cool blue of the other, and a
smile, perhaps a smirk, shaped his previously occupied lips.
"Just tryin' out a nickname. Doesn't fit anyway." Shifting
forwards, he grabbed hold, with his teeth, of the other's ear in an almost
affectionate gesture, ironic because he didn't know who this was. After the
other's remark, he drew back enough to allow warm breath to ghost over the
others ears as his lips moved. He could agree to anything when the prospect of
getting laid was there, as he�d discovered with shopping and women.
"Fair 'nough. Nice ta know you were checkin' me out though.."
With a grin, perhaps heard but out of the line of sight of the man beneath
him, Jouno did a sort of weight shifting towards the taller man. Maneuvering
his weight worked well enough to knock the Dragon back onto the leather
interior of the seating, and Jouno arranged himself more comfortably on the
other�s lap. He was fully straddling him now. The grin, turned almost feral,
was fully apparent to his target now, and he made no attempt to hide his
mischievous nature.
"Let's play, Dragon.."
..Grinning, he leaned down, a movement that caused the very significant
shift of his hips against the others. He licked his lips once, as he moved to
close the distance between them.

Seto�s POV.
Getting straddled... well...
�He released a groan of discontent that the clothes were in his way to
fully experiencing that.
"...I couldn't help it, Pup,"
�he chuckled out dryly, and it was evident he'd found out how entirely
fitting the name was on his draconic complement. His head fell back on
the leather, the wings giving an involuntary flap on either side of his head,
and the ones on his back thankfully designed to be flexible in their fabric.
Even if he was a dragon for the night, he couldn't help but purr at the
contact.
Three Iced Teas and hot Jou made his cheeks flush under the silvery paint
that was beginning to shimmer from all of the hot air. �But he refused to let
go of his control just because he could and had reason to. He wasn't the Lord
of Dragons because he was a pushover. So if this was turning into an argument
over who was on top, then sure he'd willingly be a seat for the blond, only if
he was able to snag his wrist and keep him from getting away with the other
hand ensnaring his hip and keeping him firmly in place.
"...Play what, exactly...?" trickled huskily off his lips for
their faces getting closer, sapphire hues not taken off him. If it was truth or
dare, he didn't know how hard it would be to contain his laughter.
But strip poker...
Well, he could convince the other to lean more towards that realm of
thought, he hoped, with just the faintest nudge of his hips, and impending
arousal buried under straps and laces, into the tight hold of leather on the
other's ass currently borrowing him as a seat pillow.

Jounouchi�s POV.
You'd think Jou was tagged with a sign that read�
�Please call me Pup, or some
form of the word Dog...I like it."
�with the amount of people he had calling him that now.
Thank God Mokuba'd helped him with the whole costume idea, or he might
never have escaped it. Plus, with where his mind was going, it might've been
some sick, inter-species breeding that just...well, wouldn't go over with his
morals.
Heh. Ironic, because what he had planned pretty much required you to not
have any.
Groaning softly, Jouno chose not to answer the question, instead leaning
down and parting thin, decorated and damnably yummy lips with his tongue, which
soon slipped inside as lips met. He was very careful not to be sloppy about it,
because, in his opinion, a kiss you had to wipe your mouth off from was not
usually a good one. Dancing around his opponent's, the tongue very lightly
persuaded it outside of the strangers slightly open mouth, where
enthusiastically he dragged it into his own mouth, and over emphasized the
slight bobbing of his head as he sucked on it. When finally he pulled away,
teeth dragging over the muscle as they parted, he made eye contact (blue and
crimson flashed in their meeting..) only briefly before looking past the others
head.
He crawled very slowly up the other's body, his own painfully evident
arousal dragging first against his partner's and then past it, till it was
pressing lightly into Blue Eyes' Stomach. His leg slid easily between the boy's
beneath him, applying pressure to an already pressurized area.
"Since we've had alcohol, we'll just be needin' cards."
He was rummaging through every nook and cranny the limo had to offer.
Discovering a bottle of expensive scotch...thus far untapped, he shrugged and
dropped it next to them, just in case. Finally, he found what he needed, though
he made no move to crawl back down his potential lover's body just yet.
The leg shifted in between the other's thighs.
"Up for some poker? I bet I could getcha outta those clothes faster
than you could get me outta mine.."

Seto�s POV.
It was difficult to keep from trembling at the moist contact that
consumed his mouth, not entirely liking the idea that he was being dragged
along. But this was a night of disguises, falsities, and alcohol, hues
thoroughly clouded now both with booze and wanting.
Hnph. He never thought he'd be wanting Jou.... Jou!
..A boy he constantly looked down on and berated, but could admire how
honest he was with himself.
If the chance had ever come for Seto to come forward with Mokuba about
every nasty little secret that had led up to him tossing Gozaburo out the
window, well... He wouldn't ruin his brother's innocence and childhood and
idolization of him, yet.
Hopefully never.
Sucking a frosted breath into his lungs through his nose as his arousal
was brushed and left abandoned from the heat that had been over him, a glint of
concentration found its way into the hues that were more blue than blue - and
lost almost immediately when the thigh settled in to place, making his cheeks
burn anew.
And then a groan, eyes falling up to the back of his head in light aggravation
to finding out what the other was after. Now he was struggling faintly under
him, mostly so he could sit up enough on an elbow that he could foggily look
around and gain his surroundings. Eyeing the liquor waiting for them on the
floor, he grimaced and sighed, throwing a willowy arm out and sending his fist
onto the door of the cabinet, letting it unhinge and fall open, revealing the
rest of the stash which included a bottle of Godiva white chocolate liqueur.
"A-n..."
After a cough, his voice came back, and he tried again, scowling up to
him in study.
"..And what does the winner get?"
How could he back down from a challenge? He was as bad as Yami, for that.
But, in something like poker, he just had to look like he was winning, and the
game was in the bag...
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