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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yesh, I�m perfectly aware that the three weeks deadline is long over, but seeing as I�m
both a writer and artist, I try to strife for perfection, or at least give my very best. This is supposed to be a quality fic, and good things do require time, no matter what(growl).
Now that I have let of some steam(cough), let me give each and every single one of you a profound
hug for reviewing, as I hope for my story to live up to your high expectations.
Now, on we go, and by all means, a little kink for the holidays is never out of place, ne?
In this
sence, merry Christmas and a happy New Year to all of you!^^

Domo arigato
gozaimashta, minna-san!^^

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68.
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Seated between his otouto and husband, Kaiba Seto
nervously tugged at his tie and asked:
�How do I look?�
Mokuba and Isono-san both groaned, and Katsuya merely
smirked.
His assistant removed his sunshades to rub his eyes
and, donning them, stated:
�Impeccable, Kaiba-san.�
The CEO frowned.
�Really? I mean, isn�t the tie too dull-I mean, it is
a release after all-�
�Onii-san, you look perfect� assured Mokuba for the
third time since they had left the house.
Today was Seto�s twenty-first birthday and, as he had
planned and worked for so hard, also the day the Virtual Chamber was offically
presented and hitting the shelfs, in a manner of speaking.
Needless to say, the brunet had been acting like a
ten-years-old before Christmas; rehearsing his speech, switching his wardrobe
six times and basically emitting the tranquility of a rapt hornet.
Katsuya smirked anew, when Seto checked his
fingernails and polished shoes, then gave the other two occupants a wink and,
clasping the CEO�s right hand into his own, hushed:
�Babe, you look absolutely, breathtakingly delectable.
And if we didn�t have a press conference in ten minutes, I�d take you right
here and now and fuck you throught the seat, no matter the audience.�
Isono-san coughed, Mokuba buried his face in his hands
and sighed, Seto blushed a deep crimson and Katsuya-merely reclined in his
seat, letting the brunet�s hand accidentally drop into his lap.
The rest of the drive was rather quiet.

Perfection marked the spot.
Everything had gone as planned, even the weather had
been friendly and the audience had reacted surprisingly well to him not only bringing
along his husband, but publicly flirting with and kissing him.
Of course, Seto made it a point to honor both lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Yurakuchostyle='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> and lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Tsuchiya aswell as Doutoku�s hard
work; Katsuya had not wanted it to be made public that he, too, had been
actively involved in the creative process.
Not that it
mattered really, everybody knew that a vital part of both the background and
characters� design was Jou�s handiwork, but the blond was already bothered
enough by the fact that the press insisted on interviewing Kaiba�s gorgeous
spouse; if he would have been forced to explain the vast technical details of
AI-15 to a bunch of non-comprehensive vultures-pardon, paparazzi-who were more
interested in his love-live than his inventive skills, he would have probably turned
homicidal.
Luckily,
the press conference didn�t last that long, and soon enough, Seto left for
dinner, his little family and friends flocking around and behind him.lang=EN-GB style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>

�Are you
tired, koi?�
Katsuya
nodded, yawning politely.
�So desu, you. My boss, the cruel, heartless
slavedriver, made me do double-and triple-shifts for three weeks straight. So
yes, I�m a little burnt
out.�
Seto hmped in understanding and sipped from his wine,
before asking:
�And what does your husband say?�
The blond grunted.
�He says, with the steadily increasing unemployment
rate and fluctuating market suituation, I should be happy to have a job at
all.�
Blue eyes flashed in amusement.
�Your husband must be a very smart man then, ne.�
Katsuya shrugged, trying to will the dizzyness away.
�No argument there, pretty.�

What was
wrong with him?
Somewhere
between the grilled *Ayu and the �Fugu chiri-nabe, a sudden wave of tiredness
had washed over him like a cloudbreak
Katsuya
knew, he was exhausted; the past couple of weeks had been straining for him-for
all of them actually, but still�
Determinded
not to let his sleepiness spoil Seto�s big day, the blond dove into the various
dishes with as much appetite as he could muster.
However,
shortly after the dessert-Rice cake, +Nashi sorbet and, for those who wished,
#Shiruko, Katsuya couldn�t help himself anymore, lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>placed his chin on his palm and,
pretending to listen intently to the soft, plucking sounds of the Koto^, let
his lids drift closed, deciding that a short nap after such a delightful
and opulent meal was well in place.
When he
opened his eyes again, he was staring at the ceiling of their bedroom.

�You are
awake. Perfect. I just finished with my preparations.�
Blinking to
remove the few remaining cobwebs from his mind, Katsuya attempted to sit up.
�Ara, Seto,
nan-ugh!�
With a
small poof, the blond landed back on the pillows, realizing that not only his
wrists had been handcuffed, but also his ankles were chained to the bedposts.
A wry grin
curled his lips.
�Heh, I always
thought I was the kinky one. Nice to see you join the club-�lang=EN-GB style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
The words got stuck in his throath, when he saw Seto
aproaching him, wearing nothing but black leather gloves and the infamous Kaiba smirk,lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> his left hand hidden from Katsuya�s
view.
Slowly, gracefully, the brunet climbed on the large
bed and glid with the elegance of a prowling tiger towards his spouse.
His fully awakened and more than slightly aroused
spouse.
A low, rumbling sound escaped the CEO, and Katsuya
shivered.
�Not..necessarily.
Actually, this is punishment for what you did to me the other day. Or have you
already forgotten that I swore you revenge?�
Forcing his
mind to re-establish the higher functions, the bound gave a shaky, if not
guilty, smile.
�Oh, come
on, Seto, you can�t still be mad at me because..of��
He trailed
off, his eyes growing wide as saucers, when he saw what Seto produced from
behind his back.
And gulped
at the look on the brunet�s face.
�You�re all
mine now, Katsu-chan, and since it�s my birthday, I can do with you whatever I
please, ne? But first,� he lowered his face, until his lips almost touched
Katsuya�s left ear, �I want to see you suffer.�
He licked
the earshell gently, once, twice, making Katsuya shiver in expectation, then
turned his attention to the blond�s nether regions, particuarly this one�s
straining erection.
Katsuya bit
his lip, when the peacock feather ghosted over his glans, sweat breaking out on
his brow.
The feather
circled his penis in slow, spiraling motions, irritated his scrotum and finally
touched his inner thighs, not without a whisper across his testicles.
�Gods-!�
�My
sentiments exactly, koi. Now hold still, we have only just begun.�
Seto let
the feather glide over the flat stomach and chiseled pecs of his victim, then
reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand.
Katsuya let
out a breath of relief; it hadn�t been quiet as bad as he had assumed. Watching
as Seto expertly coated two fingers of his left hand with the gel, he tried to
lift his hips a little higher and relax as far as possible.
Grunting in
approval, the CEO wasted no time in preparing the blond, making sure that he
slickened and widened Katsuya�s entrance as good as possible.
�Brace
yourself, koi. I am going to punish you know.�
Confusion
gave way to utter surprise, then horror, when Katsuya saw the long, slender
parrot feather descend between his legs.
�Seto,
please, no, you can�t-you-oh gooods!�
It was not
painful, in contrary, but the soft, brushing motions sent myriads of tiny jolts
through Katsuya�s entire body. Within a matter of seconds, he could feel every
single nerve come alive due to the unfamiliar intrusion.
Seto
watched in fascination, how the lithe figure beneath him twisted and bent,
strained and fought against the maddening feelings enslaving, possessing, torturing
it, seeking for release and only finding yet another level of excruciating
desire.
Eyes
screwed shut, fists clenched, teeth grit and his entire body strung taut as a
bow, Katsuya was the very picture of male sexual tension.
Pulling the
feather out ever so little, Seto marveled at how Katsuya�s breathing hitched
and his adam�s apple began to jump and dance in small, uncontrolled motions.
A twist of
his fingers, and Katsuya wailed in blissfull agony.
Seto gave
the feather a small flick, and his husband screamed in utter despair, when the
soft tip bore into his prostrate.
Katsuya was
crying now; his toes curled and every single synapse in his brain fired
thousands of billions of impressions from and to his groin, the raw, gnawing hunger
in his loins making him roar in anger, frustration and need.
And then he
broke free.

With two
sharp, silvery clanks, the chains of his handcuffs ceased their duty, and
Katsuya had free reign over his arms.
It was hard
to tell, who was more surprised, him or Seto.
Given, the
brunet knew that the handcuffs were better toys, but still he had not thought
it remotely possible for this to happen.
Katsuya�s
thoughts were not quiet as complex; he took a moment to realize he was free,
and decided to end his torture.
All of a
sudden, Seto found himself in a vise grip, and a hoarse voice whispering
senseless pleas into his ear.
�Gods,
please, Seto, please, anything, onegai, take-take, me, please, but
don�t-don�t-I can�t bear it anymore, onegai, Seto, onegai��
It took him
a moment to realize that Katsuya was actually sobbing, but once he did, Seto
immediately began hushing and comforting his outto.
Tenderly
licking and kissing the tears from the tinged cheeks, the CEO let his deep
tenor rumble soothing words into the blond hair, until Katsuya had calmed down
so far, that he would listen to reason.
He propped
himself up on his elbows and, wiping a few strands from the bloodshot, amber
eyes, Seto confessed:
�I-I am
sorry about that, koi. When I drugged you at lunch-�
Blond brows
shot up, but the brunet halted any upcoming questions,
�I had not
really thought about what I wanted to do with you-aside of chaining you to the
bed, of course. However, when I brought you to the limo, we passed the hotel
foyer and there stood this vase with all those feathers-it-it was more an out
of the spur-of-the-moment idea, but I thought, it would be funny. I-I�m sorry,
if I had known it would cause you this much pain-�
�Are you
kidding me?�
Sapphire
blinked in confusion, even as Katsuya shook his head.
�You didn�t
hurt me, Seto. In contrary, it was very nice, I mean, it tickled like hell and
everything, but it didn�t hurt. Not in that manner, anyway.�
Guilt seeped into the brunet�s voice at his love�s
serious tone.
�It was too much, ne?�
Katsuya nodded, expression a strange mixture between
stern and aroused.
�Hai. It was too much. For a moment I really
thought, I was going insane, and that I would to have to hurt you to make you
stop. If you had kept it up, I probably would have.�
They gazed into each other�s eyes, questioning,
assuring, then Seto gave Katsuya a gentle kiss.
�Gomen nasai, aibou. I-never thought it to be this..awful.�
He gave a small sigh, as he resettled himself between
the blond�s thighs.
�As much as I enjoy you being somewhat bound, there is
one downhill to me claiming you.�
Katsuya frowned, as Seto gave an apologetic smile and
continued:
�The feather has to go.�
�Oh.�
Gently, slowly, Seto eased the pointed item from Katsuya�s
iritated channel, the blond digging his nails into his husband�s broad
shoulders.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the feather
was completely removed and immediately replaced with Seto�s cock.
Both men gave a sigh of relief, and in no time short,
the soft clatter of the chains mingled with their ragged breaths and the
rythmic creaking of the bed.

��

*Cackles* I know I weirded some of you out with
the feathers, ne? Then again, why should I be the only one to suff-uhmm, yeah,
weirded out. Ahum. Just don�t try this at home, kids, unless of course you�re a
sexual therapist-or can afford a good shrink�^^
Yum-yummy, I checked my Japanese broschures for tasty
meals fitting such an event-here�s a little description:

*Ayu: a smaller, distant relative of the salmon, this
fish is pierced on a steel needle, generously salted and grilled
�Fugu Chiri-Nabe: basically it is a blowfish pot stew
+Nashi: Japanese pears; both texture and taste vary
distinctly from the �Western� pears
#Shiruko: sweet Red Bean Soup; the beans are being
cooked with lots of sugar and served with grilled mochi
^Koto: a zither, for more info go here:
href="http://www.lindacaplan.com/koto/koto.html">http://www.lindacaplan.com/koto/koto.htmllang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
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