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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:
Okay! I realize it�s been a ridiculously long time since I�ve updated,
so I�m going to check, but I�ll probably be giving you two. Forgive me?
Oh. And maybe refrain from loving on Seto too much. He reads the
reviews, and God knows his head [both of them]�is already gigantic.

Alright, enough ramblings of the
unnecessary kind. Following the Disclaimer, Warning and Summary will be a few
notes about text types and symbols.

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 Thirteen:

Seto�s POV.
Until that point he'd been silent, mostly for the fact his tongue refused
to work properly.
Yes, he'd been jumped by an apparition claiming to be his most trusted
Dragon card, but when he'd been falling apart at the seams it really wasn't
fair. Never, ever, was he going to think he was the 'one minute' kind of guy,
considering he was damn near asleep to begin with, and being fed threads of
Shadow aphrodisiac had just... well...
He didn't know Dragons had the potential not to bite. Certainly, he had
even more respect for them now, and was glad that the other hadn't brought
himself in to any public affiliation at the party. But, now that his throat was
clearing, his tongue was losing its thickness behind his teeth, and he was in
the mood to... play, it was easier to gain the feral glint in his hues. The
rest of his face was blank, but those orbs bore such potency he would never be
able to wipe all his soul out of them, and right now it craved to prove he was
still the Dragon Master.
Making his way onto his fours (and, gladly, not a fifth limb), he prowled
across the floor of the limo, and slithered into place right between the
blonde�s legs, making obvious note to bring his hands into contact at the bulge
that was at the start of them, the other taking a forceful grip into a heap of
his hair and tugging his head back so he could tower over him just for being so
close, his hot breath lapping against the exposed column of his throat.
"Just because you won, and I have to follow orders, doesn't mean I'm
going to make it easy," he growled into the flesh, lips encircling a
portion of it and giving a succulent force to the tender cells, drawing for the
reddened bruise that would, tomorrow, say 'mine'.
He wasn't the violent drunk, like Jou's father and it was to both of
their fortune, but instead it allowed him to forget that in the morning, he was
going to need to go to school, and after that a board meeting. He was almost
thinking of just cutting class tomorrow so he could recover from what he knew
would be a hangover.

Jounouchi�s POV.
Growling, a clashing opposite to
his opponent's purr, Jou lifted onto feet planted on the floor by unbending his
knees. He didn't stand fully, (Though he couldnt have if he'd wanted to
anyway..) instead rocking his weight forwards to get the other one beneath him
once again. He didn't seem to mind that the position trapped a hand between
their shared arousal.
"Fuck you�" he said, and the words were so familiar that he had
to warp his next word after he began it..."Ka--kid."
Ridiculous, considering the man beneath him was most definitely older.
Perhaps, were the night to go horribly wrong, the stranger would be used
as a tool in some jail cell under charges of rape.
"Give me your hand.."
He demanded, lit to fierceness by a distorting combination of lust and
anger.
As a precedent, he let his lips ghost lightly over the extended index
finger, not necessarily affectionately, but enough to heat the digit with his
breath. Next he nipped periodically down its length, but instead of soothing
the hurt with his tongue, he sucked only the very tip of the finger before
continuing. With a twist of the other's wrist, which he commanded even as he
did, he exposed the artery that could efficiently cause the finality of the
bearer's life. He lifted it to him more than he bent to it, biting fiercely
just below the junction of the wrist, keeping eye contact all the while.
When he pulled back, the glint in his eyes seemed satisfied to find the
outline of his teeth was imprinted. Mouth lowered once more to emphasize the
red now surrounding the purple marks, and when he was satisfied, he released
him.
He'd marked him in turn, an unusual thing to do when you expected never
to see a person again.

Seto�s POV.
Getting taken back into the floor of the limo wasn't surprising,
considering he was almost blissfully drunk.
No, he was just swept up in hot and swells of tension that laxed into
more of the inferno he moaned about with having the weight settling over him,
for having his hand so fiercely nibbled at.
Alcohol did well, also, for numbing pain, and for the longest time he
didn't know what Jou had done, instead too panicked and iced in his spine for
almost being called his name.
...Almost...
Jou didn't play mind games, he was sure of it, and that's what kept him
from losing his control to sink into a tirade of insults that would end up with
the blond being hurled out of a moving vehicle on the highway. Not that he'd
ever be that violent.
No... just violent enough, enough that his clawed digits, the triplet of
them, came upon the flesh of the other's neck, dragging cooled steel against
his flesh, and admiring how it turned whiter still under the attention. A light
press to the maroon infliction his lips had created...
"For a creature bent on saying that so often, you commit to very
little action..."
Always, even when he was drunk, he had a way of enforcing a person to
bring out their potential without him looking intentionally encouraging. He liked
knowing that he could turn the pup into something more than a gutter mongrel
that would very well end up whoring himself on some street corner.
It was almost his 'good deed of the day', to rile the blond, and in turn,
release his own frustration so he could focus on his homework or lesson or
blueprint thereafter.
Glacial hues flickered to life in casting up to him, doing the grinning
that paled the curve of seduction in his lips, his tenderized hand having
decided to take reprieve from the stimulus of being raped by teeth with resting
near his head, winged ears giving a flutter.
Such nimble toes he had! He'd
wormed up the end of Jou's pant leg enough that he could drag the sole of his
foot along the back of the other's calf, which in turn left his milky thigh to
run along his exposed side, his ribs, wonderfully hairless legs because leather
was too uncomfortable to fit in to otherwise.
Jounouchi�s POV.
~~~~~!!~~~~~
He leant fully upon the other, surprisingly light considering his usual
choice of dress would encourage even the slight frame to have bulky, weight
inducing muscle. Perhaps he had evenly distributed his weight, for he was no
suffocation aid.
He began to move.
Jounouchi lowered himself agonizingly slowly, enjoying the feel of the
smooth, yet invitingly muscular chest as it moved against his own. Considering
he'd never been with a man before, he was enjoying the hell out of the
experience.
Casual bites were zigzagged across the other man's chest as he looked up
from his position, face nearing a very naked part he hadn't shared with his
last sexual encounter.
Still, just as it seemed he would loose all self-control and just jump
straight there, he paused at the navel, biting the sensitive skin where it
dipped inward. Immediately he calmed the red that threatened to appear,
apparently more sympathetic in such an area.
Tongue swiped fully around the circle once...twice, before dipping
within, teasing the dip and curve of his belly button, withdrawing, and
beginning again. Meanwhile, Hands planted firmly on bare hips, began to travel
up and down simultaneously, left dragging up across already discovered
territory as the other dragged down smooth, hairless thigh..
(He himself had fought against this development, but Mokuba was quite
insistent. Despite the fact that what leg hair he did have was so light in
color it tended to fade into his skin, He'd had to endure what Mokuba called,
"A full Body Wax."
�He'd nearly killed the Girl when he found out just how thorough they
planned to be�Needless to say, he'd escaped not fully womanized.)
�tickling lightly, but not touching. Left hand circled and then caught a
nipple, manipulating the soon hardened nub with a sort of expertise only common
with excessive practice.
His eyes were focused instead on below the nonexistent belt, where its
mate was dragging up the slit of an arousal that was not his.
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