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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- 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.

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*smirk* Ok, this is a just-for-the-fun-of-it-chapter. Did I have fun writing it? You bet. Does it serve any purpose, further the plot, add more depth to the characters? Ehm, if you squint and hold it against the light, perhaps. Is there a point in reading it?
Only if you like yaoi. And if you're reading this, duh.
There is, however one condition to reading this chapter: pull up Def Leppard's Pour some sugar on me, set the speakers on full blast and switch your brain to the smut channel. Ready? Get Set. Read!
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72. Et maintenant?

His husband was insane.
Seto was profoundly sure of that now.
What other explanation could there be to the fact that Katsuya came barging into his private office, with no other greeting but a smug smile, placed a CD into the stereo hidden behind the wooden panneling of the wall and set it on full blast?
Seto gave a small start at the noise level, then scowled and muttered:
“Katsuya, I know you are eager to..bed me, considering as we haven’t seen each other those past two weeks. And yes, I am very well aware of the fact that we missed your birthday due to your speech, but-“
His mouth worked, but not a sound escaped his lips, as Seto got a good look at Katsuya- or rather, what appeared to be one of his most private wet dreams come alive:
the blond wore a mid-riff, black leather jacket, a worn out white button-down shirt, heavy biker boots and- the tightest, naughtiest and most erotic black leather pants since the invention of sin seemingly painted upon his perfectly shaped legs.
Katsuya meanwhile had used the only wheelless chair in the room as stool to climb the large desk, and placed one boot-clad foot on the pile of files the CEO was working on.
His smirk widened ever so slightly, as he gave the neat stack a dismissing kick and sent the pages scattering and flying all about.
Seto gaped, then shot up from his seat and snapped:
“Have you lost your mind? Do you have the slightest inkling, how many hours I spent on those contracts? Even if you don’t appear to grasp the importance-“
In one single, fluid move Katsuya slumped to his knees, fisted the brunet’s hair and ground Seto’s face against his crotch.
Blue eyes widened incredulous, and Seto gulped.
Considering how hard the blond’s erection, pressed snug against his cheek, was, the CEO wondered how on earth his spouse was able to walk around in such- confining pants without actually doubling over in pain.
Or shooting his load on the spot.
He gave a mute sigh and, gently unbuttoning the fly, rumbled:
“Fine, but only once, wakarimashita?”
Katsuya didn’t answer, but merely gave a curt, hoarse grunt, half-lidded eyes hungrily devouring his spouse. He hissed and threw his head back as his cock sprung free, and Seto was quick to lick up the precum rolling down the underside of the hardenend shaft before he let his tongue circle the tip with slow, tantalizing moves.
Seto had decided that a little punishment was legit, seeing as how the blond had interrupted his work. Gently, playfully he nipped and kissed the engorged member, occasionally taking it into his mouth as far as it would go, only to let it slip out mere moments later and blow a cooling puff over the heated, saliva-coated skin.
Katsuya, his right hand buried in the brunet’s silky copper tresses, watched the slow, bobbing rhythm of Seto’s head, fighting the urge to simply plunge into the welcoming heat. Long, slender fingers circled his hip and came to rest on his right bottock, squeezing it firmly, before the CEO relaxed his throat and gulped down Katsuya’s member save for a mere inch.
A low, grumbling snarl, a calloused hand digging into his shoulder and Seto found himself pushed backwards none to gentle.
Elegantly regaining his balance, the brunet set for a harsh response-
His husband was looming over him, like a dragon over his prey.
There was no other way to describe it.
Standing at his full height, Katsyua glared down at Seto from where he stood on this one’s desk, normally amber eyes almost ebon with desire.
The CEO couldn’t help the slight shiver running down his spine at the blond’s hard, unreadable expression; in this outfit Katsuya appeared to be the very epitome of masculinity and sexual power.
And Seto knew in his heart, that his husband was and would be the only one he would ever bow to.
Sapphire held blackened gold, and then Katsuya gave a dark, superior smirk.
In the blink of an eye, he had lowered himself to Seto’s level and fisted the brunet’s mane anew, kissing him hard, almost brutally so. His left hand gripped the white silk collar of Seto’s shirt tightly, pulling, tearing and finally simply ripping the expensive cloth off the muscular body beneath. Seto wanted to protest, but Katsuya was faster.
A surprised, pained roar came from the CEO, as the blond’s teeth dug into his collarbone and left a clearly visible bitemark.
Ok, enough was enough, decided the brunet, as Katsuya lapped soothingly at the superficial wound. He tried to wriggle out of the embrace, but the blond had other ideas. A crazed glint in those golden eyes, a few quick wraps and Seto found his arms bound effectively to his back with his own shirt.
He gave an exhausted sigh and cocked one perfect brow, as his husband slid from the desk.
“Very funny. In case you failed to not-mmphh!”
Katsuya had silenced him with another kiss and simultaneously wrestled him onto the polished wood. Seto struggled to get free, whatever amusement he had felt before giving way to anger and annoyance.
“Let go of me, you sex-crazed lunatic! Or I swear, you won’t get any until my next birthday!” threatened the brunet, trying for a half-hearted roundhouse kick to the blond’s jaw.
Katsuya merely laughed good-heartedly, as he easily blocked the kick and began to undo the CEO’s belt and zipper, never caring about this one’s flailing limbs and protests.
With a snarl, Seto pushed himself backward and twisted around at the same time, in a futile attempt to escape-RRIIIIIIIIPPP!
‘Nice move, imbecile,’ he thought, as his pants ceased their service and remained in Katsuya’s eager hands. The brunet had to fight the blush creeping up his neck, when he imagined, what picture he made:
Bound with is own shirt, his boxers dangling somewhere below his knees and his torn pants crumpled around his ankles, his nose practically ground into the surface of the desk and his rear sticking up in the air…
‘Only thing that misses is the ‘vacancy’ light ad’, he mused bitterly, then had to smile at the irony. Why on earth did he try to get away from this situation, when it was actually one of his basest fantasies? Seto sighed; despite it being anything and everything and far more than he had imagined, the timing was wrong; if he din’t get those papers done-
Katsuya separated his rear cheeks and then his tongue began to do wonderful, forbidden things to the CEO’s most intimate opening. Seto tried to crawl away, but gave up when he felt the pointed muscle move inside his channel, literally eating him out.
The cold hardness of the wood beneath pressing against his erect manhood, the blond’s hot breath tickling up his spine, saliva dribbling down his balls and collecting in a puddle beneath his groin…
“Gods, Katsuya!”
A purr of consent, and then the brunet was flipped over, his seemingly endless legs placed on the blond’s shoulder, who aimed, gave him a sly wink-and pushed in without warning.
Blue eyes widened in direct proportional dimensions to his rectum, and Seto gasped when he felt a rod of blinding white pain race up his back.
Katsuya lay on top of him, resting his weight on his hands, deep, mute pants escaping his mouth which was opened in a half-grin.
As sudden as it had appeared, all mirth dropped from his face as he lowered himself and began to kiss Seto’s jawline, cheek and then pressed his lips upon his husband’s; his tongue demanding entrance.
The brunet, still trying to will away the pain in his lower regions, barely fought for dominance, and Katsuya took his sweet time mapping every single corner within the moist orifice. Finally, he decided to draw away for some much needed oxygen, and his golden orbs sought out the CEO’s deep azure ones.
Searching Seto’s face for the slightest hint of discomfort, Katsuya was rewared with a small, encouraging nod. Again, the same, intimidating smirk graced the blond’s full lips; he took hold of the brunet’s narrow hips and began to wedge himself deeper into this one’s tight heat.
He gulped for air, as he felt his ass being lifted every so slightly from the desk for better leverage- and hissed, when Katsuya gave one hard, cruel shove.
Obviously Katsuya had taken a liking to causing him pain, decided Seto, and couldn’t help but shiver at the possibilities his husband’s perverted mind might come up with.
The grin had found its way back on Katsuya’s face, who nipped and nibbled at the CEO’s suspended ankles, then began thrusting his hips in a quick, fluid rhythm.
Seto moaned; each shove hit his sweet spot dead on; he was literally being fucked senseless and couldn’t do much about it, bound and tied as he was.
He was entirely helpless, and for the first time in his life, Seto found himself not only entirerly unbothered by this, but actually relishing the feeling of being at Katsuya’s mercy.
Because he knew, with every firbe of his being, that with this seemingly demeaning act, Katsuya took away the burden of responsibility and control weighing him down, and gave him, what he craved most:
The freedom of being himself with all his faults, desires, hopes, doubts, dreams, fears, longings and weaknesses.
There was no shame, no inhibitions, no conveniences, no rules, no uncertainities, no hesitations and no limits.
Here, there was only the two of them; their souls entwined in this one single moment in time ast hey raced for completion and found it in each other’s fulfillment.
Seto roared like the dragon he was often compared with as he orgasmed; his seed splattering across his chest and stomach and leaving stains on Katsuya’s jacket and shirt.
The growl, with which the blond released himself within him was like a darker, more sinsiter echo of his own cry; like thunder following lightning.
Pants, sobs, kisses and moans; though inarticulate, the couple communicated on a level that was both so primitive and yet so advanced, that it did not require any words made by man.
Gently, Katsuya slipped out of his love’s body and slid right back in, watching in fascinaton how every lazy, tired shove caused his semen to be forced out Seto’s entrance and trickle down his reawakening manhood.
Swollen lips moved, mute adorations silenced by the beauty of the sight, as Katsuya kept his eyes firmly locked on the display between Seto’s legs. Who in turn gazed in loving amazement at the feelings racing across the blond’s face.

Katsuya shuddered once, hard, as he came once more, then bowed and rested his forehead on Seto’s collarbone. The brunet would have given his left hand to hold the blond at that very moment, but seeing how he was still bound, this proved to be an impossibility.
Obviously, Katsuya had come to the same conclusion, for he rose his head and, giving the CEO a tender, if not exhausted smile, made short process of the make-shift handcuffs. Pulling Seto towards him, he had the brunet wrap his legs around his hips and carried him to their bedroom, where he placed the brunet on the comforter and rushed into the bathroom. Seto had barely begun to massage his somewhat numb wrists, when Katsuya already returned with a bucket and a washcloth as well as a towel.
Not letting the brunet even so much as touch the items, the blond then went to thourougly cleaning his spouse, inbetween raining random nips and kisses on this one’s body.
Once Seto was cleaned to his liking, Katsuya wordlessly shooed him under the blankets then went to wash himself just as acribicly before returning to his waiting husband.
Seto felt a comfortable tiredness wash over him as he held the blankets up for Katsuya to climb in, deciding that those contracts had not been that important, really.
If need be, he could still have his husband help him tomorrow.
As they cuddled up next to each other, Katsuya finally spoke for the first time that evening:
“Did you know you that you talk in your sleep?”
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I can just imagine the kinds of conversations these two must have..also, this was a presonal challenge to myself: write a smut scee without giving Katsuya any dialogue. The end stinger, however, was just too good to pass up.
Originally, I had planned to intersperse the story with the song's lyrics, but
a.) I found it just ate up too much space and
b.)it distracted way too much from the action and disturbed the flow of the story. It's still an awesome, sexy as-not song
Thus said, I am sad to anounce that the story will go into hiatus again for some time. However, the end is nearing(literally), though there are still several large chunks inbetween missing. But, as always, I will be back.
Just keep your faith

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