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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
- 6
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Author�s Notes:

I have to hold up my end of the bargain,
so here�s your next update.
Kat�Wait no more! I should be having a
steady update rate, too. The chapters may be short, but they�ll be regularly
posted.
Sammei�Bathroom wall sex is nice.
Mmm. So, yes and no, this is lust. Jounouchi�s unwilling at this point to admit
he feels anything but hate for Seto. But, as you can tell, he has trouble
getting him out of his thoughts. Hehe. That you�ll see specifically in the coming chapters. You have to realize, at this point, Jou
still has no idea who the stranger is�It�s Seto that has the advantage. And it�s
also Seto who�s admitting to some sort of attraction, at least, between them,
which is more than the stubborn guy would do so far.

I
promise there is lemon coming.
But�these kinda things have aftereffects, ne?

Kaibasbabe�They ARE the best pairing.
Puppyshipping, Woo!

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 Six:

Jounouchi�s POV.
"Well,"
�Said Jouno conversationally, left hand resting lightly over the other's
right and taking hold, swinging himself outward and reeling himself in close,
not necessarily with the other's aid.
As he moved back towards the taller man, he used his hold on the hand to
pull the other slightly off balance, no doubt creating the desired effect when
the blonde's legs parted enough to allow a now forward thigh between them. He
used the position to eliminate the space between, exhilaration and adrenaline
pumping through his veins, more of an effect of pheromones than alcohol.
His breath, lightly minty from ice cream...or gum, or something, ghosted
again over the other's face; a gentle caress of warm air.
"I'd like ta have the chance to make ya.... wanna see me in the morning."
Still straddling the other's leg
and feeling quite reckless for doing so, Jounouchi lifted his free right
hand�(The left still occupied by digits he had yet to release..) and it
hesitated above painted features as he spoke. He was no longer moving to the
still thrumming beat.
��But, that'd mean messin' up this...�the hovering fingers descended to
ghost over a colored lower lip...
..�And... this..." �the same dragged very lightly down the others
shirt, where his attention seemed devoted at the time...
"And...prolly.." his eyes, still attentive to the travels of
his hand, flickered up only when he met with his destination, index finger
hooking in the waistline of his pants and dragging nearly the whole length from
left hip to right..
"...These."
The rather seductive position Jounouchi took was shattered only when the
music changed, the DJ's transition from this song to the next making Jou laugh.
Where he withdrew the glow sticks from was unseen, though presumably it was
from a back pocket. The gentle cracking, perhaps to be compared in some
gruesome fairy tale to the breaking of a small animal's bones, brought them to
life, and they glowed a deep red, which, in the lighting and glow of many black
lights, seemed to match the artificial color of his eyes.
He took a few steps backwards off the leg, brushing it amicably but not
intentionally on his way off. The sticks, on the other hand, were twisting
around him in a...perhaps snake-like manor. Or, better, Draconically. They were
tucked under curled knuckles, pressed to the pads of his palms, but the light
was not extinguished; It shone both through the spaces of his fingers and the
actual flat of his palm, and the two together, Hands twisting around in blurred
lines of red, created quite the picture.
Liquid, they called it.
He maneuvered the mix around his head by lifting his elbows, and then, a
harder task, around the Nameless Stranger's. Harder, if only because he had to
balance a bit on his toes to do it.

Seto�s POV.
This was a chance to be himself, completely himself and unhindered with
titles or the fact he hated the dog.
Not... hated, like wanted to strangle. �But the novice constantly foiled
his chances in conquering the midget that had a time under the backlights,
smothered with another spiky-haired youth.
Certainly a party had liberated Jou from what he had so often regarded as
a twerp. A twerp he currently was attempting not to topple to the floor with
his lead feet. He couldn't help but grin when fingers traced their way down his
form, in the meantime his own hand, right still knitted in fingers and using it
as a balance whilst the other rested on the blonde�s hip, still swaying against
him now with the leathered and strapped thigh running between his legs. He
could certainly use that to his advantage. And it wasn't as though he couldn't
learn something from this.
�Like how to roll his hips into the eccentric rhythm that the other had
created in his walnut brain. Well... he was trying to be a dragon now, out
hunting. He had to give him credit for that, nipping lightly at the painted
digit that rushed past his lip before grinning and dipping his head into the
little distance between them.
"Hn..."
That contemplative little noise he always had when he needed to debate
something with himself. If just for a while, releasing a small noise of
satisfaction at the fingers trailing the front of his pants.
"Well, the night's here... We can worry about the morning when that
comes." And a chuckle purged itself from him as he refused to let go of the
wrist he too held fast upon, a light puff to the impact of tugging him close
once again. He was... possessive to say the least, unforgiving azure hues
turning on him, as if to scold him for even attempting such an action as
getting away. The hand on his hip wasn't going to leave, either, instead only
tightening elegant fingers in their grip upon him, and snagging the loop of his
pants where the chain met, growling when he neared the other's ear, even as the
music changed around them and left the blond laughing.
"...Or you do."
�Probably the boldest statement that would purge from the brunette in
public--and oh if only Jou knew it was him.
But he wouldn't ruin that just yet.
He was more content, knowing the other wasn't going to slip away just
yet, slithering his hand down the back of his pants and taking a firm grasp to
his rear. The idiot just needed to stop moving...
...Threats always worked wonders with dogs! He was still so close to that
ear, and the vanilla lipstick still lingered its aroma on the other's cheek as
he breathed equally hot to his ear.
"Slip away now, and you won't see me the rest of tonight. You wanted
to dance, so we'll... dance."
Besides... it gave him good practice with... things. Yeah. He refused to
be a klutz, even if it could be excused on something so horribly cramped as a
bathroom stall.

Jounouchi�s POV.
The hands that slipped into the back of his pants scared the hell out of
him, to say the least.
Firstly, where there had been flirting was now demonstration that
something was going to happen. At least, it was going to happen unless he
stopped it now.
Secondly, the last in-pants action he'd had was with a girl.
...And...It'd been his hands in the pants. The only girl who'd
ever had her hands in his pants had given him a hand job that'd
been clumsy, awkward, and uninspiring for a repeat.
This unexpected development caused him to lean heavily against the
other�s chest, finally turning his head upwards and lifting his eyes,
simultaneously shifting back a bit into the touch to encourage it.
There was no way he had fit boxers under there, and if you knew
Jou, you knew that the level of desperation needed to get him in Tightie
Whities was...basically Armageddon with his suffering as the World's only
salvation.
He was a sucker when it came to bein' the world's Hero.
Anyway, at the moment, he tried to turn his attention away from the soft,
warm digits on his apparently chilled arse, (If only to avoid the inevitably
excruciating tightening of the leather pants if he didn't...) to the blue-eyes
boring into him.
He heard a familiar voice speak, and barely recognized it as his own.
"Mmm...I'm not plannin' on slipping away...or hell, off. I'm more
int'rested in goin' somewhere else and helpin' you experience the advantages of
other forms of slippin'. �.Namely.."
He was placing his hand over the other's wrist, body still moving as if
in refusal to receive another...'look.' He couldn't even see the guys face and
the 'looks' of his visible eyes bothered him.
"...In and out."

-Sigh.-
Reviews still welcome, of course.
If you guys are good I may just update an extra chapter
next time.

-Brow quirk-
But we�ll have to see.
- 6
- 7
- 8
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