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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:
Well,
another chapter update.
Finally
getting to the good stuff, I�m glad to let you know.
Remember
to let me know if you enjoy the story so I�ll be urged to update!

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
Four:

Jounouchi�s
POV.
The casual sway
of his hips as he walked accompanied him as he moved through writhing bodies,
light glinting lightly off the chains he'd...reapplied. Last minute he'd
grabbed them, convincing Mokuba only by slipping them on, turning the black
collar so that the small heart was concealed
beneath his hair.
The chains gave
the effect that he was a conquered beast, and perhaps, in some ways, he was
suggesting that he was.
Maybe
suggesting he wished to be.
Seeing the
completed effect, the boy relented, and let him wear them. Still, the younger
Kaiba's smugness as they re-entered the club was making him cautious,
now-crimson eyes searching to catch sight of the wet dream walking he'd merely
glimpsed before.
Funny, after
now-crimson eyes spent what seemed to be a decade looking for him, he found
that Mokuba was leading him right toward and probably past him.
~Damn, he looks so...familiar.~
"You go'on
upstairs, Mokuba. I'll meetcha up there...ah...soon."
The
Raven-Haired boy didn�t seem confident in Jounouchi�s promise, and instead gave
him a look he wasn't quite comfortable with. It was screaming of an "I
told you so" Jouno couldn't understand, but he did notice the
other's eyes skim lightly over the object of his attentions.
He felt like
screaming..'Back off! He's mine!"
Instead, he
composed himself, tongue darting out to slide over some...fruity-tasting blood
red lip-gloss Mokuba'd forcefully applied.
----
As he came nearer,
Jou's eyes lowered flirtatiously, exposing the colored backs more thoroughly as
well as providing him with an excuse to better look over the Potential
Fantasy-star before him.
~Damn, he's
fine...~
He thought only to himself, eyes skimming
over impossibly long leather-clad legs, obviously thin torso and half-hidden
face, from which he caught the glimpse of blue eyes.
He was, as
ironic as it might have been, [and as clueless as Jounouchi was to perfect
coincidences�] clothed impeccably as the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
Casually,
trying to keep the wings atop his head from flapping too fast, he slid onto the
stool beside him, gave him the cool, possibly interested glance, and turned
crimson eyes on the bartender. Attention on said tender, he spoke to the
mystery man.
"...A
frienda the host? It's brave of ya to come to a Kaiba-bash like this, dressed
as the guys favorite...beast." His eyes flicked over to the one beside
him, and then back to the tender, from whom he ordered a White Russian.

Seto�s POV.
As soon as he'd
recognized the red in the air, his heart swelled.
Mokuba had
actually done it...
Excusing it as
a bit of heartburn, he coughed lightly when fingers rested on his own chest,
turning back around to the bar.
There was
another sliver of deep blue ribbon that fluttered out behind him, obviously a
form of a tail, busying painted lips on the straw to his spiked tea. Needless
to say, he was incredibly warm, but under the white paint he was still
miraculously collected, a mask in itself under the blue hobgoblin-of-a-dragon
mask.
The shorter
Kaiba had already donned his own, deciding to be a plain ole' goblin for a
while and terrorizing those that had been stupid enough to bring their own
entertainment that came in the form of pills, powder, or anything other than
the free drinks. Mokuba
had insisted he try to just... be himself. Thus the insistence for costume
(despite what the holiday already demanded). It was also why he was so painted
up.
He was a dragon after all. He could get away
with... anything, for a night.
The thought
alone was librating under his already scorched and loose mind, the ice in his
drink giving no aid to it. So when Jou came over to him, he decided that he
could stare.
Damnit, he had
a right to... 'Admire the costume'.
And then, when
the question registered to him, sapphire hues flickered up to him, and a dry
smirk settled onto painted lips. Keep himself quiet, and how would anyone know
it was him?
"Then I
suppose I'm fearless. And what are you supposed to be, hm?"
The ears
flickered, then tucked in for the while, a polished nail with its belonging
slender digit resting lightly on his lower lip as he continued to study. He had
refused to comment on Mokuba's level of secrecy like it was a wedding, what
with not letting them see each other till the 'big night'. Why it had cost them
three hours he would never know, except to blame it on the 'blonde' standing in
front of him.
Then, flicking
his wrist dismissively, he turned back to the bar to continue sipping at his
drink without lifting it off its diaper of a napkin on the counter.

Jounouchi�s
POV.
Jounouchi, ever
prideful Jounouchi, silenced the sharp intake of breath at the smoothly melodic
tones of the others voice; better, perhaps, than he'd even imagined.
He could feel the intense blue eyes on him,
and shifted very slightly beneath the gaze.
Unbeknownst to
him, but undoubtedly encouraged if he had, the shifting caused the light's
reflection to vary, giving his new acquaintance a glimpse of what lay beneath.
Teasingly, perhaps, he didn't answer the others question right away.
He dragged his
tongue very briefly over the rim of his glass, soon tilting it against his
lips, welcoming the cool, chocolate-like burning which momentarily overwhelmed
him. Shortly after, he removed it, placing it once more upon the provided
napkin, and turning on the stool. As he stepped off, he took care to slither
close to the other, chocolate tainted breath invading his senses before his
body slid away again. He took a few steps, dragging his hand through discolored
hair, and setting eyes that flashed brown briefly on the raven-haired stranger.
"What, ya
can't tell?"
He preformed a
full spin, hips shifting and wire sporting hand coming to rest against one
where the smallest bit of flesh peaked out...as if mimicking it, his tongue did
the same and moistened his lower lip classically, making it glimmer in the
club's lights...
"I'm..."
�His hand
lifted as it drew away, briefly exposing a bit more smooth flesh before the
shirt hid it again behind the shifting material...
"My
fav'rite..."
He took a few
steps closer, leather pants moving with 'seductively' swaying hips. He
was...pretty much letting himself go, forgetting Kaiba..(or trying to..) and
his games, even whilst wondering if he would even run into the CEO.
"And..."
�His steps
brought him closer, so their breath mingled again. His eyes seemed focused on
his lips, finally lifting to his as, with a gentle flap of the wings tucked
into his hair, he traced his right hands over the blue, mirror image...
"Your
opposite."
Crimson eyes of
an almost indiscernible color, shot towards the dance floor.
"...Wanna
dance?"

[A/N]
Yes! Something finally concrete!
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