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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:
Re: The Reviews.
KaolaRed� Yes and no. They do
have prior history�they�ve been fighting like dogs since they can remember,
after all, but at this point there have been a few instances as themselves�a couple
of brawls that went strangely sexual. So yes, there�s something in the air, but
nothing really concrete has happened. This is just a time when Seto can, for
once, let down his inhibitions and fuck the guy he�for whatever reason [like
his sexiness.. mm, Jou.] wants.

Alright. Onto the 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
Five:

Seto�s POV.
A twitch of his
brow behind the mask.
Dammit, he
didn't dance.
�But the offer
was dreadfully tempting...
The former
blond had yet to call him out by his name, and by now, most certainly, the
other would have rubbed in knowing it was him. Perhaps he'd done a better job than he'd thought,
even Mokuba having not seen him until he'd walked into the club. In the mirror,
only his own eyes betrayed him.
...If he didn't
have to wear a uniform, he would actually take this up as his more frequent
attire. If it wouldn't take so long to put on... It just had to last the night.
He may as well. Besides... if he did get to his feet, then he'd have an excuse
to be close enough and sniff the chocolate spirits tumbling off his wetted
lips.
"My
opposite...? So does that put you on top or bottom?"
It was a nice
rude question, the blunt kind Jou was so acquainted with, a digit sealing over
the top of the straw before pulling it from the glass, letting go and letting
the brief vacuum end. His tone afterwards was... indulged, with little
interference from the drink, smiling dimly to the countertop and revealing his
words were far less genuine than they should have been.
"Oh,
sorry. You said dance... Let me finish my drink. Then I can guiltlessly fall on
my face."
Unlike
Katsuya's father, drinking relaxed, and warmed his nerves to the point that he
could forget, if only for the hour between now and when he would be visiting
the bathroom, that he wasn't a CEO. Mokuba was probably still drooling up on
the second floor about the sight, and that just... couldn't be healthy. Ah
well.

Jounouchi�s
POV.
Jouno grinned,
the smile curving and parting his lips. He answered shamelessly, crimson eyes
dancing in reflection of the movements of his usually honey-brown orbs.
"Bottom,
Mostly.." he said unabashadly...returning to his own drink only to finish
it off. He hadn�t had much experience
with �bottoming�, or �topping� if you wanted to get technical, but when one was
inexperienced or just plain lying, it helps to stick to one general story.
Once he had
finished the drink, he grabbed the other's decorated wrist.
"But...that's
for the horizontal tango. I'm talkin' 'bout more of a...vertical one."
Barely leaving
him time to finish said drink, Jouno dragged him towards the teeming mass of
people.
"Doesn't
matter if ya don't dance..."
Damnit, that
made him think of Kaiba.
"...All
you hafta do is get real close.." �he dragged the other up behind him,
(Actually, this was new to him as well. He'd never danced with a guy before,
though judging by the other couples, they were on the right track) and placed
the other's amazingly soft hands at his hips, just where the fabric had peaked
up moments before. ...His wings folded, as if made to do so, against his back,
making it easier to close the distance between his back and his raven-haired
friend's chest.
He found the
soft tightness of it enticing, even as he began to move, slipping his arms up
and around the other's neck, busying his fingers in the hair at the back of his
neck, and shifting his ass against the very upper thighs of the one behind him,
encouraging him to move with him, willing the other boy to catch the rhythm of
the music and at
least...shuffle his feet a bit.
Leaning up,
warm breath ghosted over a pale ear.
"I'm
Jounouchi, by the way."
Feeling particularly empowered by their
mutual lack of true
knowledge about the other, he swept his tongue briefly over the lobe of the ear
presented him, before his breath ghosted over it again in speech. "..I
didn't get your name..."

Seto�s POV.
Not that he much regretted abandoning his drink
for a much more entertaining company--�.but dammit, the drink was his! No one
took him away from what was his. Corporations, gaming titles, little
brothers--drinks.
----
He'd been
tempted to growl, but having to nearly stumble after the blond left him in much
more inclination to simply keep his feet. That in itself was a trial for the
decent buzz he had collected in three hours. Jou did make a better dragon than
a dog, even as he made a very good dog.
It was just....
aesthetically appeasing, growing rather willing to the idea of taking hold to
his hips and welcoming the warmth pressing to his chest, barely noticed above
his constricted system. Alcohol simply did that, and starved the mind of much
needed air.
...Still, that
was no reason for him to think he could pull air out of the other's skin, the
expanse of flesh just under his jaw for his head tilted back being the resting
place for his nose. He didn't... want to go smudging his lipstick, though,
silly as that was. He'd gone through a lot of trouble to find the groups of
teenagers that had made this a hobby and lifestyle--and wouldn't ask questions.
In fact, that's
where he'd been the last three days, collecting information and all that
investigating he was so good at when he wanted something.
And he'd wanted
to impress, which, with Jou revealing his name, only proved he had succeeded
flawlessly. ...Like anything else he did, dammit.
----
A light grin made its way across his lips as
he brought them higher to rest against the other's own ear, the music at a
stable enough tempo that he could at least sway gently against him for now. As
if he could really care about who watched them. The only one they would
recognize was Jou--and possibly Yuugi. It wasn't hard for the Pharaoh to be
oblivious to his own high priest now was it?
The blonde was
probably going to receive a whole new rush of questions at school.
"Does it really matter?" he
murmured gently into his ear, so close and, with that distinguishing power in
his voice, easily heard as fingers secured on the leather bound hips to keep
the heat of his rear close.
It was a good
market idea, the wings he'd made for the occasion. His own, the sheer sky and
ivory fabrics wrapped in nets of tatters, faintly encasing the pair of them to
cast the strobes and neon lights into a different sort of contrast under their
mechanical umbrella.
"You
really expect to be seeing me again?"

Is it overly irritating that I keep leaving you on
cliffhangers like that?

�-mad cackle.-

Hopefully the fairly short chapters will have me updating
regularly.
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- 5
- 6
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