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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:

Here you go, guys.

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 Twelve:

Jounouchi�s POV.
Rolling his eyes, Jou started to make the journey back down, sucking and
nibbling alternatively on the swanlike neck presented to him.
Well, what he could get at.
His hands slid down before his body, peaking under the shirt and darting
up, retreating only to dart up once more; teasing, but making no commitments.
Jouno couldn't help but stifle another gasp as he regained his original
position, straddling a very obvious heat he no doubt matched.
"..fuck.."
With as much self-control as he could muster, he managed to only shift
his hips very lightly into the presented heat, which was muted considerably by
the clothes they were wearing. Thusly, Strip poker, an idea he would no doubt
take full credit for later.
If he ever talked about this again. Which he prolly would, if it turned
out as damn good as he hoped it would.
"Wow, and I thoughtcha were the intellectual type. Duh, they'll get
the other one naked. And, just to make things interesting, they'll getta order
the other around for the rest of the night, and he'll have to submit.
Agreed?"
A dangerous glint formed in Jouno's eye, the sort of glint that appears
in a Post Office Worker before he slaughters everyone working in his building.
The wings atop his head beat once, twice, causing the air to move about the two
hot and bothered boys. His control broke and he shifted a couple of more times
into the warm heat he was still very intimately in contact with, before he
completely removed himself from the temptation.
Unfortunately, his brain lost blood to other select parts of his body,
and barely functioned enough to help him shuffle the cards. Cards which were,
by the way, starch and arrogant, much like a certain Kaiba brother.-

Seto�s POV.
"Yes, I intend to," he breathed faintly when he'd heard the
mutter under the painted lips that had ravaged his own just a moment ago, and
he was craving to again. It made it hard to talk, how dry his mouth felt, how
swollen his lips had become -- and mostly just how half-drunk he was. Though,
that semblance of control faded instantly when he was being rubbed on again,
holding down a pained groan and left clawed fingers to rake on the leather in
suppressing his shudders.
He'd been about to surface where he hid the 'board games' for when Mokuba
was on his way home from school and had a new magic trick to show him, but...
well, the other had already found them. Hearing that made his hand refuse to go
any further, leaving him to look almost silly with the idea he'd been about to
pour himself a drink. Scotch was foul, and he was wondering why he had such a
vile thing in his limo...
�And it dropped again when the back of his head found the armrest of the
door, wings flapping in strained bliss that made him sigh thickly and his brows
twist with a supreme note of sweet and sour under the mask.
He was so deeply, deeply glad that there was no zipper on his pants, and
his clawed hand turned up to snag the bottom of the other's shirt, until he
heard a rip in tugging him down, seeing pale flesh now exposed at his shoulder,
but the cerulean orbs boring into crimson eyes shortly after, his jaw winding
in the severity of his words, even if he could hardly scrounge a whisper.
"...Agreed."
But if they were going to do anything, he would need to sit up--get away
from him, lest he prematurely just smother him into the seat with kisses.
...And they were already close, wings fluttering to life and creating a
small cool breeze, before a real frozen gale whipped into place, making him
wince in the sudden snatch of heat from his face, hues darting up to the window
that had come down a few notches for his head resting on the controls.
...That was easy to fix, and with fingers still snagged and twisted into
the ruby shirt, his legs already adequate for the position (and being longer
than a bridge from here to Mars helped), hurled the pair of them onto the
carpet, sighing heavily as he was now able to crawl away to safety, and pant in
recovery with propping himself into the nearest corner. Wings didn�t count, and
shouldn't as he was concerned, as they were already a bother, but with them
attached to his shirt, they would just have to stay on....

Jounouchi�s POV.
It was easy to lose himself in the shuffling of cards once they weren't
so stiff he was sure they'd don a trench coat and start calling him 'mutt', and
it gave him ample reason to ignore the deliciously mussed creature on the other
side of the Limo cabin.
The sleek, laminated cards made a light whirring sound as they slid
together, and as he separated them again in a bridge. Finally, without looking
up, he began to slide cards, in separate piles, between himself and The
Nameless One. "Five Card Stud, One Trade, Aces Deuces wild."
3 each...4 each...5 each�
Drawing his cards, he felt strangely reminiscent of Dueling, and figured that
he might as well consider this as such. After all, while he wouldn't lose
cards, he would lose clothing, though he wasn't sure if that was�.entirely bad.
In truth, Crimson eyes betrayed curiosity at what exactly his masked friend
would make him do.
Ace of Spades, 3 of hearts, 5 and 7 of clubs, 9 of Diamonds. Hell, he
might get a chance to see what exactly the other was planning.

Seto�s POV.
Reluctantly he took up the cards, secretly glad that Mokuba had made him
leave the card locket at home. It was no fun to be in masque, if you could be
immediately recognized. Still, without his Heart to wear, he felt... detached
from it all. Just enough that he could muster the control to not tremble when
he picked up his hand.
...2 of hearts, two queens, a four, and a six...
This was going to be a long, lost game.
A sigh finally got away from him as the great heap of laces, straps, and
leather and lace finally piled and pooled and clattered with falling off his
bare feet. The socks had been the first to go, and he had been glad when wings
were gone. He'd wriggled toes and was glad for the refreshing coolness that
started on his blood, despite the rest of him throbbed from the ankle up, more
painfully at the halfway point than anywhere else.
�But not before he'd gotten sight of the other's feet, and his densely
slender frame. Seto himself had the body of a predator, to bear broad thin
shoulders that framed a wide and powerful chest perfect for cuddling on,
leading to an expanse of torso that was tight in the waist. The rest of him was
wonderfully slender, like a tightly coiled spring, and even for as much grace
as he carried himself with, purging a good mix of Crown Daniels and white
chocolate on ice or two had left him with little desire to be sensual in the long
process of unfastening himself from shirt or pants.
----
So, there he was, gloriously naked and still lounged into his corner.
...The ears and mask had stayed, or he would have hurled Jou out of the
limo that had, all this time, been killing time on the highway. It had stopped
by one place, for gas, but otherwise there had been no interruptions. So the
wings gave a few flaps, as if testing the air that must somehow be different
with the heat able to more easily escape him, having before cast him into a light
sheen of frustration and desire that he didn't take much care hiding, but
refused to give attention to.
He had an arm draped over a raised knee, now, the other arm being support
to his cheek atop the leather seating, fingers playing into the mess of black
streaked silver and blue atop his head. It had taken only three turns to lose,
but it was nice knowing he'd gotten the blond out of that wonderful shirt.
Crystalline hues were thick with want far from sleep, but still bitter
about the fact he'd lost.
How couldn't he be? If Jou knew he had finally beat Kaiba in something,
well... He'd have to lock the boy in a sex dungeon the rest of his days to keep
him from spewing it to the world.
In fact, even now he was watching him with that grave scrutiny, wondering
if the blond was already trying to put him in the blue uniform that did little
to hiding him as it was, and having the golden sun just spring to life beside
his head in realization.
But his lips ticked into a grin, knowing that the pup probably wasn't all
that straight in the head to be able to concentrate on anything else than the
fact he had a naked dragon across from him.

Jounouchi�s POV.
His shirt, the only article of clothing his opponent managed to dispose
of that really did anything to improve Jouno's clothed stature was tossed in
his prospective corner of the Limo, along with Boots and socks. His shoulders
were not quite so broad, but impressively so, considering they were generally
hidden beneath baggy t-shirts. Only recently had he abandoned that, and not
very often still.
Straight shoulders carried a consistent line till the curve at his
biceps, which, individually, probably held more strength then they were often
given credit for. Long arms, much like the general lankiness of his slim build,
carried into strong forearms, though, without too much stretch on the
imagination, the right's muscle might've been...slightly bigger. His chest
itself was wiry, but was blessed with the fine lines of muscle beneath an
otherwise velvety exterior.
In other words, when he bent both knees and drew his legs up casually,
casting a forearm over each and allowing his fingertips to curl
inwards..(Which, mythically, implies the owner is well endowed�) there was not
much more than a bit of loose skin to fold with his body's adjusted shape.
He sat in silence for a moment, crimson eyes flickering over every inch
of pale, flawless and very exposed skin, lifting to the face, still hidden, to
which it belonged, and then beginning the process over again.
His contacts began to fog with his lack of blinking.
"G-gehh..." Coughing, and blinking rapidly to clear the fog,
Jou wiped at his lips and began again.
"Get up and come over here."
�As he waited for the other to comply, he continued.
"I hope ya know there's gonna be no backin' out after this
point." He said �backing out� in a very condescending
you-would-be-a-coward- way.
"So if you're gonna, by all means do it now."
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