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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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Author�s Notes:

Okay!
I decided to give you guys this one as
well. We�re coming towards the end of the story, so only a few updates left!
Sorry, again, to leave you hanging for so
long.

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 Fourteen:

Seto�s POV.
It occurred to him, in that instant when Jou began to move: the blond had
fangs, now, however temporary.
Damn his brother for actually giving the pup a weapon to use!
That had just been stupid, really...
He jumped at the contact, the light sting that trickled up and tightened
in his chest, and fluttered down, enticing his groin. Gods, that better not
have made him a masochist, reluctantly returning the full flat of his back into
the carpet as his mind drifted away on that tangent.
It left groaning about the experience small, but lacking in restraint.
He was just... naturally quiet about pain, or pleasure, keeping it all to
himself until the last possible moment; or he just felt most things weren't
worth thrashing and screaming about. That's what made him so horribly distant
in the eyes of a general human being, that was dependent on response to know if
they were doing things right; apparently they considered it rude when he would
simply tell them when they fucked up.
Womanized...?
Seto was almost naturally hairless from nose to naval, which he could
only thank surfacing on the right side of the gene pool for, and hoped he
didn't have to teach Mokuba about shaving. He'd secretly laugh to himself when
he caught Gozaburo, some mornings, with toilet paper on his face, bloody
patches keeping it to the skin.
Nipples, on anyone, were an erogenous zone that couldn't be ignored,
pulling in a breath as he squirmed under the hand that remained below his hip,
and before it could be a real noise of indulgence, he'd stifled it behind his
lip, and the fog behind his lids, until he was ready to stare at the skylight
again.
He found himself sitting up, before he knew it, propped on his elbows in
a harsh but hardly venomous glare down to the blond, hoping the endlessly
sapphire hues would take away from the splotches of red finding their way into
his cheeks. He couldn't take how he twitched, in certain ways to get from him,
and in others to jump into his hand. As he had it, if he ever cried, he'd will
his heart to stop then and there.
�What�s wrong with you--...?"
It had taken him a fraction of a second to not spit out 'pup', claws
dragging across the carpet as wings on his head gave a flutter.
"Haven't seen a real man before, or do you just not know what to
do?" �drawled out thickly, dryly from him, mostly because he was craving
ice water that could only be found in the bar that he couldn't crawl over to.
It was a good thing he was behind the mask, or no fraction of the smugness
he bore would have kept from giving him away; at least, with the porcelain
piece hanging across the higher middle of his face, it wiped away what could be
the most crucial recognizing features a person bore.

Jounouchi�s POV.
Enraptured by the Pheromones, Hormones, Testosterone and Endorphins
exploding throughout him, he hardly heard the accusations of the one now above
him.
Tingling spread through his body in a warming cycle, extending to the
tips of his fingers and toes, already hypersensitive from touching and being
touched. He dwelled in the awe of the high for a considerable time, until the
Ecstasy-like renderance he'd come under called for more physical attention.
He pushed up the appreciated hairless legs by sliding his hands from the
ankles towards the knees. His body slipped between, paused, and backed out
again.
"Stay."
As much as he'd like to make the already naked strip him of his clothes
with something so clich�d as his teeth, he wasn't willing to wait. Standing as
best as he could in the Limo, which was not too well, The blonde ended up half
bent over so that his ass faced the window and his head was pressed awkwardly
against the ceiling. He wasn't far from the interior lighting, which cast
strange shadows upon the floor where his hair interfered with the rays of
light.
Thanking the genius that created the shaded window, Jou quickly unlaced,
and dug his thumbs into the leather material of his pants. He dragged, (pushed,
really, he didn't seem to intent to be lingeringly naked in front of the other
man..) the leather pants past his hips, exposing a V, which carried from said
hipbones to unguarded sub-regions.
He was careful in his removal of the pants the rest of the way, in case
the stick shift got in the way.** His fully naked body projected the same image
as a half-naked: Lithe, lightly muscled, but nothing he had to work too
strenuously for. The only working out he made a common practice was fighting,
and even then, it was more verbally than physically.
Getting down onto hands and knees, he crawled back within the open legs
of the other, lifting hands and dragging them once more over the thighs before
they settled on either side of the other man's chest. With a hesitation that
was mostly in his head, he brought their arousals together again, and words he
had been planning to say were cut short by the sensation of skin on skin.
Burying his head in the crook of a flawlessly pale neck, Jou spoke into it.
"You..could shut the f-fuck..ahh."
�He'd started involuntarily thrusting against the other's arousal.
"...u-up and I could suck y-your cock and then fuck you, or w-we
could..*pant* ..just have me fuck you senseless now."
Slipping his hand between the small of the Blue Eyes' back and the floor,
he let the hand travel downwards over the ass in question, to emphasize his
point. His eyes regained the feral glint, and in a forceful commanding tone, he
lifted his head to meet the other's eye and said, "..Tell me what ya want
me to do to you."

Seto�s POV.
Albeit he'd imagined the other boy to be roughed up somewhere between
sandpaper and actual sand, he hadn't been expecting to be returned to with soft
skin that made him jump, and other parts twitch. It was the last time he was
was going to be able to clearly see and study another human being up close, and
thoroughly naked, unless he -really- wanted to prolong the wonderfully
inescapable.
Hues widened several notches, to saucers, just as his elbows faltered,
suppressing a keened grunt about being brushed against. Such a persistence to
stay upright didn't last long, though, finding himself being dry-humped by an
impatient and rasping Katsuya. That in itself was strange, and had the alcohol
not been in his system, he might have actually listened to the precautions his
mind pleaded for him to recognize.
Like: 'you're going to be fucked senseless by a baka inu, and not
-mind-?' or '...He's naked. ...Wow.'
But the killer had to be: 'it's strange seeing him be the dominant one
after smashing himself on the stick shift just a few weeks ago'**.
The chuckle he let go of could have been accepted as recognition to the
statements, as faint and more of a lustful patter of air past his lips, but it
was mostly about that last string on his conscience.
Maybe not so dry-humped...
The situation was intoxicating, after all, and fingers could draw out the
strangest things in people, even if a contact so brief, sure that the slicking,
tender flesh wasn't making it any easier to think straight. Even if mostly
drunk, he refused to be outclassed, the hand sinking progressively lower on his
backside getting pinned into the carpet as his legs pinned the blond tightly
into place against him. Sure, it left his face to bury itself into the closest
hollow of shoulder the cool mask could find, but it was better than just
handing himself over to a pup.
He'd promised he wouldn't make this easy, after all.
"You're lame, at giving orders you know..." he breathed, the
pull of his lungs aching and wanting ice, but if he could still talk, he could
still bear it a while longer, taking in the light aroma of clean sweat and
cologne that was in the other's skin.
Him?
He smelled like French vanilla with hot honey and rich spice, like
sun-baked apples, and he was surprised the mongrel hadn't tried to eat him by
now.
He couldn't blame him, though, to be so lacking in proper thoughts at the
moment, his teeth securing onto a patch of flesh that he could brand as 'mine'
once again, more fiercely in the heightened senses, his tongue laving upon the
irritated swell with tender suckles that could leave a person groaning at the
thought of him applying such a skill elsewhere.
Hey, he enjoyed ice cream just like everyone else.
When the skin got free with a light 'pop' from his tight lips, he purred
darkly into the ear that was so close to his voice,
"Unless you intend on the vain attempt at seeing me again, I would
suggest you hurry up. I'm sure little boys like you have schoolwork waiting for
you on Wednesday nights, just like I've got morons to deal with in the
morning..."
�ensnaring the lobe of his hearing with a sharp nip afterwards.
Oh yeah... He was proud of himself, to be so coherent, especially after a
Royal Jack or two... on top of three Iced Teas. Woo!

Jounouchi�s POV.
Evolution worked in reverse as his eyesight melted into the pool of
formless cells his body had become.
It worked of it's own volition, hips pressing forwards and back in
mind-numbing motions that took even the thought of speech from his mind. Words
were separated into mindless syllables, which had yet to escape his lips in the
babbling of a lunatic. Verbal communication was lost on him, for his ears had
shut out all sounds but the beat of his heart as it pounded in his chest. The
loss of sight and sound heightened his other senses, bringing into sharp relief
the heavenly, strangely feminine but very distinctly masculine smell of his
soon-to-be-lover, the feel of the smooth skin against lightly callused digits,
the taste, as their lips met again, of applied products and something he might
only have been able to describe as distinctly Kaiba-ish, if he'd been in a less
scintillating state of mind.
Fireworks expressed the tingling in his minds eye as he mechanically slid
calves over his shoulders. The little voice, characteristic of Kaiba was doing
most pleasant (And at this point in Jouno's fully-legal high, it was
pleasant...) things with his newly presented bodies. Unfortunately, he was
forced to snap out of his 3-sense world as the common sense of his brain kicked
in.
You just didn't barge into a new neighbor's house without knocking or
bringing a bunt cake, and Jou wasn't so cruel as to do that now, no matter how
much he was tempted to.
"No, I don't have Rabies or STD's.."
He said promptly as he spat in his hands slipping a coated finger inside
the center of potential pleasure and pain. He let out a short, surprised laugh.
"You're a fuckin' liar. And you mock me. So much for fuckin' ya hard
and fast. Wouldn't wanna hurt ya, right?"
Still snickering, he was able to block out the fact that he had to
withdraw from the other's contact, drop the legs he'd achieved over his
shoulders, and wander butt-naked over to the counter where he'd found the
liquor, and start bangin' around lookin' for something to use. The curl to his
lips was one of amusements when once more he turned round, returning to his
spread-eagled friend. He coated his finger first, though it didn't seem he
intended to do anything at all with it as he returned to the swan-like grace of
a bare neck.
He spoke in between distracting kisses and nibbles, marking the skin, but
not harshly.
"You're practic'lly.......a boyscout. Remind me to
donate.......Money to the troupe."
Catching his lips, he re-evaluated the spance of the other's mouth and
grudgingly decided he was an incredibly good kisser, one he'd prolly tell a few
select friends about.
The unselect ones, still ignorant of his newly bi-sexual self, would just
have to have the story altered a bit. He could see it now..
'This chick last night�'
He drew one leg over his shoulder
just for easier access, and slid the 'jellied' finger home.
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