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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.

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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.)

Well, here goes the last chapter!!

Chapter Seventeen:
Jounouchi�s POV.
The pressure built around and inside him in the form of a heavy fog; a
blanket of white overlapping and erasing the hidden face of the mystery man
below him.
He'd forgotten the reason for it, but anger still burned, faces, fights,
and annoying pet names filling his mind and enforcing his thrusts. Two sets of
semi-circle nail bites dug into slim hips, holding the thrashing man in place.
Or�.trying to.
Jounouchi was fast losing control of his rhythm. Thus far, it had been steady.
�Sure, fast and hard, but steady, so that the other's upward jarrings met
his reasonably well. Now that he had pretty much ceased this movement, it
probably didn't matter that the shifting of his hips was sporadic at best,
speeding up with an animal urgency not present in the more intimate forms of
sex.
That's...all this was, anyway, casual sex with a man whose face he had
yet to see, and would probably never see again. He could feel himself building
now, and it was a pleasant experience, though mostly experienced through the
sort of pleasant agony that generally would make you squirm in your seat.
As it was, he was too focused, every bit of energy within him focused
towards this one act, towards making this...fake, this�ashamed bastard feel the
sting of being 'unworthy'.
All the bastard deserved, he rationalized, was to go to work in his
white-collar, tie and tails workplace and have to stand through hour after hour
of endless meetings.
It was nice, this...hating him. It was easy to do and comfortable to fall
into.
He knew in the morning he'd wake up and go to school�.late, most likely,
and tell anyone who would listen about the encounter with the masked dragon.
And then, he'd probably drop by the Kaiba residence. Take Mokuba to the arcade
and till his frustration expended on the older brother. They hadn't fooled
around for several weeks, and neither mentioned it, content to settle into
mutual hate they would never recognize as an aphrodisiac.
Jou opened his eyes, for they'd been shut and thusly muted out all but
the almost mechanical movement he'd acquired�even as unstructured as it was. He
batted away any attempts of the other to find fulfillment for himself;
Considered that sort of an insult, probably, and his pride drilled him to take
hold of another man's member, hand tight around it as it moved up and down,
slow and uneasy at first, but gaining speed as precum served to lubricate it.
He'd lost his hold on one hip, giving his submitter more leeway for
movement. He couldn'tve cared less, eyes focused on his hand as it carried up
and down on the dragon's shaft, fist tightened almost painfully about the
erection. Skin met skin as their bodies combined, forcing out the sounds of
either party.

Seto�s POV.
Getting his hand slapped away caused him to throw out a growl, only to be
cut short with eyes drawing wide for being grabbed. Now he could toss his form
more, with his hip being released, but in return he'd gained an agonizing hold
of what needed the most relaxation. It left his hips to become stiff, as
unmoving as iron as he settled in to place.
...As best as he could, legs hanging in the air as they were.
Oh, he'd been able to tell since the very beginning he was in for a rough
night, which was half the reason he'd gotten so buzzed; usually, he wouldn't be
this pliant, agreeable, or even silent - in words. But since his hands were
useless, he could at least adjust himself with their aide, keeping his balance
in what could be excused as sitting up, with heavy reliance on his elbows. He
most likely wouldn't be as tired as Jou, come morning.
�Just battered, hoarse, and toting a bucket of aspirin for his hangover.
�His head fell back in discovering
with his adjustment that the release was quick in coming [aha, such a bad pun],
his ankles looping behind the blond, and squeezing his collared neck in
powerful, but thin, thighs.
...Uke or seme, he was pretty indestructable.
Through the white paint on his face, or the black dye that had left
impression on the carpet under them,
�where fingers desperately tried to grab at the plush threading for some
form of grip,
�his cheeks were turning into a bright apple red from the exertion.
One would expect his little brother to blush like that, not the great CEO
of KaibaCorp. Of course, just him being in disguise at (go figure) a Halloween
party, instead of making some grandiose and overdone entrance, was a surprising
thing. He was going to need such a shower after this, not only because of the
thick layer of sweat that glinted randomly from his being so roughly tossed
this way and that under the dull lighting of the limo's corners, but because
after a last, broken moan, every bit of him trembled, even in the vice grip of
Jou's hand on his length.
It could have been only what... an hour? If he was able to read his watch
he would know, falling back to the carpet as his body strained to find some way
of being still in its release, even if that meant clamping his inner walls
around the blonde�s manic pumping.
Hey, he did exercises, even for -that- area.
He demanded to be physically fit in -every- aspect.
Sure, even with the small bead of technology sitting on a black chord on
the wrist so close to his face, he wouldn't be able to read digital numbers for
the life of him, hues stinging both with being shut tight so long, and now from
the simple fact he was literally draining away in bliss.

Jounouchi�s POV.
It was overwhelming, this.
Each thrash of the body beneath him brought him closer, each reaction of
the heat in his hand stirring him to a more aching need for release. �Each
defiant but irresistible moan echoed on his ears, calling to mind images
conforming to the erotic dance this final act had become.
He was almost fully exhausted, and not brought to climax yet, though it
was in the near future. He was giving into what he figured would be the last
energy induced thrusts when the Dragon's orgasm overcame him, a verbal reaction
fought, but the body's undeniable.
Muscles clamped around his still moving shaft, and urged his orgasm from
him, milking him with the final, blinding ecstasy unlike any in the act
previous. He didn't scream someone's name, nor swear in incomprehensible
sentences, instead remaining silent, hips still rocking mechanically into the
other's tight opening as afterglow swept over him.
�.Still, a blue-eyed rival haunted his subconscious.
�When he withdrew, weak in the knees, it was the best he could do to
direct his collapse to avoid smothering the other. His muscles had limpened, as
had...other things, but he was obviously careful with collapsing beside the
blue eyes. He didn't attempt cuddling in the way women always seemed to; he
remained with a sizable distance between them, exhaustion sustaining the white
lights that had overwhelmed him moments before.
It was, he thought, as he had many times before, not unlike the flash of
a camera. He was practically at a press conference, or the exposure of yet
another Michael Jackson trial.
Turning on his side, apparently unaware of his still naked state, Jou
seemed ready to make a smart comment. Heavy lids were half closed over crimson
eyes, and if he hadn't forgotten his words, he might've talked, no, rambled on
until unconsciousness took him.
As it was, it took him prematurely, fuddled brain unable to complete a
full wisecrack before eyelids were overwhelmed, and lashes brushed the upper
reaches of his smooth cheeks. Despite the fact that his hair was stuck to his
forehead with sweat, he looked innocent in sleep.
Angelic, almost.
A fucking, swearing Angel with a bad accent.
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