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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Whoohoo, my muses seem to have returned!^^
Ok, I admit, it�s not too much of a plot, just a little-but read for yourselves!
Since this is a song-fic, I added Eurythmics� �There must be an Angel(Playing with my Heart),
and the chapter title is courtesy of Fellini�s movie going by the same name. I don�t own either, so no use sueing!
Did I mention a certain fruit aswell..?^^

Ja ne!^^

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61. Last
tango in Paris
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No-one on earth could feel
like this
I'm thrown and overblown with
bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes
"boom"!
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my
heart

�Kaiba
Seto, you are one crazy man.�
The brunet
cocked a questioning brow.
�Renting
out the entire top floor of the Tour Montparnasse just for a tango?�
Nuzzling
the blond�s neck, Seto mumbled:
�It�s the
least I can do, seeing how we were too busy to properly celebrate our one-year
anniversary, koi.�
Katsuya was
overwhelmed with joy.
In all
honesty, Paris by sunset was almost more beautiful than Venice by night.
Especially
when dancing to the soft, rythimc tune of Bolero, the full moon and few dim
stars hanging in the still red-and-orange sky their only illumination, aside of
the tri-colored spotlight originating from the Eiffel Tower.

(Must be talking to an angel)
(Must be talking to an angel)
(Must be
talking to an angel
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What had started as a business trip and European
promotion tour had turned into a full-fledged prolonged honeymoon.
After arriving in Moskau with the Oriental
Express, the couple had moved on to Finnland, Sweden and Norway, where they had
spent their nights making passionate love beneath the midnight sun and aurora
borealis.
London didn�t hold much for the two men aside
of the museums, since they both shared a great dislike for musicals and found
the food to be generally inedible.
Next stop Denmark to see the Tivoli and Little
Mermaid before hopping from Amsterdam, Den Haag, Brussels and Munich over to
Budapest.
From Vienna�s Prater to the Jungfraujoch in the
Bernese Alps, the couple traveled southwards through Italy and Greece to see
the Acropolis.
The more superstitious tourists fled the ruins
in panic when they heard the roar of the Nemeian Lion echo from the acient
pilars.
Considering his husband was busy pumping his
seed into him, the young corporate president had every reason to scream.
Heading westwards they passed Rome, Nice,
Barcelona and Madrid on their way to Lissabon and finally made it, over
Marseille and Lyon, to the capitol of France.
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No-one on earth could feel
like this
I'm thrown and overblown with
bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart
And when I think that I'm
alone
It seems there's more of us
at home
It's a multitude of angels
And they're playing with my heart

~*Seto
found to his surprise, that Katsuya had a knack for European masters.
He was
first to enter the Louvre when it opened in the morning, and spent the entire
day between Van Dyck, the Mona Lisa, D�rrer, Roualt and Botticelli.
In the
London National Gallery Seto had to restrain him by force not to grab hold of
the Rubens� and leave kisses all over them, at the Picasso Museum Katsuya could
barely form any coherent words when asking the CEO to buy him �Guernica�.
The
situation escalated in Florence, when they visited the Sixtinian Chapel and
Katsuya, after gawking in silent awe at Michelangelo�s masterpiece, turned
starry�eyed to his outto and practically begged him to chain him to the wall
and leave him there. That�s when Seto�s restrain decided to go on vacation
aswell.
It was good
they were the only visitors at the time, the actions following that request
were cleary not suited those sacred halls.
On the
other hand, Seto did hear angels sing by the time the blond had finished
sucking him off.~*

(Must be talking to an angel)
(Must be talking to an angel)
(Must be talking to an angel)

Katsuya was
sprawled on the large dining table, Seto leaving bite marks and hickeys all
over his body.
Their
clothes lay scattered throughout the salon due to the fact that they had shed
them off while dancing, which had been an almost sexual act in itself.
Licking and
suckling his groom�s testicles, Seto coated his fingers with some of the
caramel sauce which had been left over from their opulent meal, and drove one
digit into Katsuya�s opening.
In no time
at all he had the blond prepared and willing, and slowly, teasingly inched bit
by bit of his hard cock into the slick, wet tunnel.
Golden
eyes, clouded by lust and need, locked onto his sapphire ones.
�Seto?�
�Nhh?�
Katsuya
smiled, softly, tenderly, voice hoarse and thick with emotion.
�Je t�aime, mon
joli petit dragon.�
The brunet
gaped, then grinned and, brushing his lips across Katsuya�s, choked :
�Tu m�as donn�
tous les raisons pour t�enculer comme un chien, mon ch�r filou.�
With that,
the CEO flipped his outto on his belly and attempted to screw the living daylights
out of the blond.
Over and
over again, Seto pistoned in and out of the tight ass, making Katsuya see stars
each time his prostrate was pierced, and then the brunet released inside him
with a short grunt.
Caramel and
semen, gold and white, slowly trickled down Katsuya�s legs, Seto panting and
gasping on top of him.
�Not
enough, that-was..not enough� he growled minutes later, pulled out of his outto
and, leading them to a chair near the large panorama windows, advised him to
turn around.
Sitting
down, the brunet fisted his cock and made Katsuya take up the re-hardening
length, an order the student happily followed suit.
Almost
bruising the narrow hips with his tight grip, Seto then pushed the blond up and
down on his shaft, eyes focused on the precum dribbling out of the tiny slit at
the top of this one�s large member.
�Matte,
matte, Seto, wait...� pleaded Katsuya and, to the brunet�s chagrin, dislocated
himself from this one�s hold.
His
disapproval was soon replaced by surprise, when Katsuya pushed the seat, CEO et
all, to the window panel overlooking the Seine, so that the brunet�s head
rested against the glass.
Placing his
hands to each side of Seto's face, Katsuya then straddled him-and impaled
himself in one single, hard, almost brutal shove on his husband�s cock.
Twin
screams ricocheted from the walls, but before Seto could catch his breath, the
blond had already started pumping up and down, using his arms and strong legs
for leverage.
Amazed,
Seto watched Katsuya literally fucking himself to oblivion, the spotlight
dancing through the now dark hall cast shades of blue, white and red over the
blond�s lean, slithe figure, accenting each work-hardened muscle and defining
every single sinew.
Sweat
coated the body above him, Katsuya panted, growled, hissed, moaned, cursed and
grunted, forcing himself to go faster, harder, wanting more and giving all.
And then he
threw his head back and shouted Seto�s name, his cum splattering over the CEO�s
face, chest and abdomen, before fisting the silky brown strands and swallowing
Seto�s yell with his mouth, as this one felt Katsuya�s rectum suddenly clench
around his dick and milking him for all it was worth.
No more
words were exchanged; below the exhausted couple Paris went to rest, once again
having given proof to it�s claim as �City of Lovers�.

I must be hallucinating
Watching angels celebrating
Could this be reactivating
All my senses dislocating?
This must be a strange
deception
By celestial intervention
Leavin' me the recollection
Of your heavenly connectionlang=EN-GB style='color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>

Letting his
eyes roam over the vicinity, he finally made out the one he was looking for.
Sauntering
closer, he sat down and, opening the novel and picking up where he had left,
asked:
�So, how
far are they?�
The bulky
man next to him shrugged.
�Working on
it.�
Readjusting
his glasses, the other one replied:
�Good. Just
remember-�
�Keep a low
profile�, they chorused.

No-one on earth could feel
like this
I'm thrown and overblown with
bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heartlang=EN-GB style='color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes
"boom"!
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my
heart
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style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The Nemeian Lion is an acient Greek monster, which
terrorized the area of Nemeiia and was finally killed by Hercules.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>As for the scene in the chapel, I pictured
Katsuya with those big, teary eyes-and then Seto�s head exploding with perverted
fantasies, Kuno Tatewaki style, lol!
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oh, and for the conversation on the dining
table I scratched together what little French I remembered from school-here�s
the translation:
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>�I love you, my pretty little dragon.�
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>�You just gave me all the reason to fuck you
like a dog, my dear sweetheart.�
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Actually, the term �filou� is French slang for
groom, husband, spouse-yep, traveling does broaden one�s horizont!^ ~
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style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Chikky, don�t worry, there are still plenty of chappies
to go before we reach the end, so no worries, ne?^^
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