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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:
�The Dance of Dragons� is actually an excerpt from a RP I participated
in. As such, it will be switching off between two different Points of View.
(POV) A very close friend of mine portrays what I believe to be one of the best
Seto Kaibas I�ve seen in Rp, and I made an effort not to change his words
except for spelling changes.
I�m responsible for the faltering Jounouchi.
If you�d like to see more of what he can do, I�d highly recommend
visiting the works of CrimsonDevil.
If you�re looking to bone him as Seto�.Back off! He�s mine.
�Well, Heh. �Cept for you, Mo-kun, dear.

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 Fifteen:

Seto�s POV.

He would have released some form of agreement, if he hadn't been reduced
to dealing with the dull ache of having a finger roughly placed in to him.
Instead, he let go a broken chuckle that was hard to maintain with the muscles
of his thighs refusing to grow slack, even with them lost to any requirement of
his support, left over the blonde�s shoulders.
Jou had almost drooled over that girl in the park** (who, coincidently,
had looked like him, and hadn't escaped notice to the fact) had legs from here
to Mars. ...Suten - as much as he believed the man more a figment of his stress
than a white-haired bisho even taller than he was, claiming to be his Blue Eyes
- knew things. Wonderful things, and hadn't minded in the least helping Seto
with his costume.
Adding details here, elegance there, even if he'd gotten a bit... nosey
to what Seto had been planning.
It wasn't like he wanted to be a virgin forever, and a masque was a
perfect place to lose it without the public coming after him. That had been his
main intention for the party.
�...Even he could be just a horny
teenager, sometimes.
It was just much to his benefit that he'd seduced a blond he could easily
manipulate around his finger.
�...Speaking of - around
fingers... Sure, he was blushing about it now, and had been red in the face
with a note of disgust back when he'd been sober about it, but he did seem
incredibly easy to... slither into. ...That explained where the apple smell
came from, or the fact he was able to enjoy it almost immediately, even if he
did grow unreasonably fitful in his hips.
Stupid virgins, stupid alcohol, stupid dog...
Even if he had only one leg over a pale shoulder, now, it was enough room
for him to yank the other down just from one of the loops hanging off the
leather wrapped about his neck, bringing their noses close, and his inescapably
blue eyes.
....He was hot, bothered, already aglitter all over, and now shivering
just from that finger. Another human was in full, loving contact with him,
after all - and it wasn't to punch him or tackle him out of a stone bench one
day in the park.**
"Why should you be worried about rabies unless you really -are- a
pup...?" he growled haughtily in taunting.
"If I'm the Boy Scout, why are you the one not taking advantage of
having a perfectly good man at your disposal...?"
He just had to rub in the fact he wasn't going easily, even if his
muscles crudely tightened in demonstration as lips claimed his, barely a hint
of paint from earlier in the night remaining on the soft flesh which was going
to be bruised most deliciously from this contact.
Jeez, if he'd wanted him to be gentle he wouldn't keep teasing him.

Jounouchi�s POV.
His restlessness was almost overwhelming, every nearly stifled shift by
the invaded beneath him causing an inward groan at just...being able to do that.
He liked to see people squirm, he found, and suddenly could identify
better with the intimidating bastard CEO of Kaiba Corp.
This was so...normal, despite the fact it was with a masked figure
instead of the brunette, so Jouno found it easy enough to slip into the role
offered him.
"Your hardly good.."
He said harshly, only kindling the passionate fury present in both
people, regardless of who they happened to be during the day.
"..and prolly not man enough to take what I'm about ta give
ya."
The fact the mask, and hair color morphed in his mind to match his usual
opponent in this game didn't strike Jou fully at this time, because he
was...otherwise occupied.
In one fluid motion, he'd removed his finger from it's preparation task,
moved it to support the other's hip instead, nearly bitten through the smooth
skin at the other's neck, and buried himself into the stranger in one stroke.
The stranger that was, at this moment, the spitting image of a certain
brunette, who, by the way, had his own sizeable stick up his ass.
Damn if that didn't give Jouno pictures.
Said blonde, whose hair had long since matted against his forehead, swore
loudly in a long strand of profanity common only to sailors and occasionally
the rebellious, wealthy teenage girl. Either way, the language was both
colorful, and half composed not of Japanese but other random languages;
probably the only thing he'd ever learned in his Foreign Language classes.
Morality was forgotten and brief; He paused only a moment between the
initial thrust for a moment of guilt, in which it became thoroughly evident
that this was most definitely his lover's first time playing uke, if not his
first time, ever.
The thrusts were slow and required an incredible amount of self control,
Jou using the hand on a pale hip to add force to the thrusts. He was
suffocating, he was sure, asphyxiating in the tight heat of the other's body,
which surrounded him like a fulfilling cocoon. He was breathing in helium and
moaning as the insubstantial air was overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing
throughout his body. The casual shift of his hips, perhaps a bump in the right
direction by some higher power, caused him to angle his thrusts, which had
increased slightly in speed, but much more in ferocity.
He was fast becoming a primal animal, nothing but lust, tooth, and nails.
The nails on his right hand dug into the thigh beneath him, leaving deep
semi-circles.

Seto�s POV.
A retort would have been in order, if another jerk of his wrist into the
collar hadn't erupted from a jolt rattling its way up his spine and peaked in a
hoarse shout.
Oh thank all his research, the hours of being what could only be called a
'voyeur' of information, of mantras that would keep his body from becoming a
taxing vice for the both of them.
...Of course, being half-drunk, his mind was already starving for air as
it was, much less being able to scrounge up most of those comforting phrases.
He barely had enough time in the distant haze of pain that was quickly being
ripped apart into constituent waves of pleasure to scrounge one up before his
back was arching from the deep pulls of him. The initial contact left him
panting, eyes glazed over under the mess of sprayed onyx and sapphire revealing
it was only a night's worth of dye, with bits of it sticking onto his forehead,
mussed on his cheeks as if it wasn't already to begin with.
It was going to take a few of the thrusts for him to adjust to, and he
was going to damn his Blue Eyes for being right, but he refused to call out in
anything other than pleasure, as faint as those groans were from the parted 'o'
of his lips. Still, it couldn't remain that way...
Eventually, and he wasn't sure exactly when, but he was struggling with
the grasp on his hips, to fight his way into the rhythm, if only to turn it
into some savage mingling of teenage hormones that he would be limping for
later. Oh it would be worth it though, attacking the expanse of his collarbone
with grunts from the force he would soon fight from becoming howls.
He had to find some way of degrading him, or encouraging this brutally
blissful state. His insides tightened when the angle changed, however, and that
left his head to thump back into the carpet with a surprised pull of steamed
air to his lungs, completely forgetting about the bite of nails on his thigh.
He was so very glad he'd gotten himself just lightly plastered...
Otherwise, he might have found himself analyzing all of this.
...That's what security cameras were for.
Just analyze it later...
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