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The Dance of Dragons	By : PuppySlut Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author�s Notes:

Hahaha.

You guys are great.
So. I�ll be updating now, so as not to kill
any examming college students or hyperventilating readers.
Mirikonoko~~> ��Not the STICKS!
Anything but blunt organic material.

�hehe. Yeah, I thought that sounded bad
too.

But anyway, so as not to be lazy,
UPDATION. ;). Remember to review, loves.

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 Seven:

Seto�s POV.
It was a chance to show Jou that the egotistical, mightier-than-thou duelist
was a real person. And he was positive that the blond had been wondering for
sometime now if he had a heart at all.
Yes, they all knew that he protected Mokuba almost zealously, but how
could they be sure he felt that way about anyone else? It was sort of...
unhealthy.
So there he was, his hands in the pants of someone he always regarded as
a brat. A mangy pup... with a cold ass. Which explained why he was chuckling
hotly into his ear.
"Is that so...?"
He was beginning to wonder just when it was dogs went in to heat--and
being fascinated with biology and history he was probably dwelling into that
realm of thought deeper than he would have liked. It was ruining his mood. So,
with a breezy sigh that failed to shift the stiff gel in the other's hair, he
pulled his hands free, and deftly snapped his wrist out of the other's grasp to
instead snatch it, and the other hand taking his opposing hip, spinning him
about lightly.
The impact of Jou's back into his chest, though, wasn't so gentle, making
the heartbeat encased behind his ribs rather clear.
It wasn't racing, but indeed
buried in the bass of the techno it was far from in sync. Now he could rest his
chin on the other's shoulder comfortably and still speak into his ear. And with
the wings folded up as they were between the pair of heated flesh bound in
black and leather, and just maybe keeping his arms tight around his sides would
keep them from twitching or expanding. Wouldn't be good.
"That's rather bold of you... How do you know I'm not... carrying
something? Mm?"
Hnph! He was in perfect health dammit! Stressed beyond belief running a
corporation and juggling school with a little brother to boot--but healthy!
...Healthy indeed, able to be told even behind the straps crossing his
hips in no particular pattern, rubbing against his backside. Not as though he
could help it...
Of course, with where his fingers were going, it was doubted that the
other was going to be able to avoid coming... into his own (hopefully not being
his pants--just yet...) very long from now.
�He always did have a potent grace after all, and with those countless
hours of typing away he had very concentrated motor skills... that came in so
much handy right about now.

Jounouchi�s POV.
At first the chest behind him was uncomfortable, especially as he was
pulled swiftly against it. Rather quickly though, he melted against it, lifting
his right hand to weave into the hair at the back of the man's neck again as he
let him take control.
Listening to the heartbeat beneath his left shoulder, which, if he wasn't
mistaken, was a bit faster than it might've been, (Something he decided to
credit to himself...) he lost the last of his inhibitions and simply moved both
with the music, and with his partner behind him. He went so far as to close
Crimson eyes to the flashing and colored lights, though the orbs snapped opened
and shifted abruptly to their natural brown as fingers... No, hands once more
invaded his waistline.... (Thank GOD he hadn't gone for the completely
skin-tight pair.) in full view of anyone who cared to look.
The heartbeat behind him was no match for the full throttle beating of
his own, as the sway of his hips faltered into the awkward shifting of
"attention-seeking."
He growled lightly, perhaps adding truth to Kaiba's thoughtful puppy
nickname, turning his head towards the one leaning on his shoulder.
"Nnnghh...No, I dunno that you're not....ah!�
..Gentle shifting of his hips, obviously striving for more...focused
attention.
"....Carryin� something, but I'd hope you'd be nice enough to..
ahh..." He was panting lightly from the exertion of moving towards the
touches, but it could have been passed off as simply from the dancing, which,
surprisingly, wasn't far enough off the beat to look stupid or manipulated.
"..stop that if ya couldn't finish it. Speakin' of which.." His
semi-glazed eyes shifted back to their crimson hues as he looked about the
dance floor for some visible way out. They found their way back to as much of
his stranger's face as was visible to him.
"..Didja come with anyone tonight.....because if ya don't stop
that.."
..pant..
"Which I'm not sayin' I wantcha to.."
�deep breath...
"I'm defin'tely goin to."

Seto�s POV.
Technically, he hadn't come with his little brother. So... he could
answer that honestly.
...Once he was done enjoying the sensation of the other worming against
him.
He did admire power, after all.
But absolute power corrupts absolutely, and that phrase stuck in his mind. As
well as another voice which he was quickly reminding himself was the more
present--real--one.
"...Hn."
That answered any statement given to him, grinning lightly as he took
teeth for the slope of flesh from neck to shoulder, nipping through the mesh.
Then higher, while fingers slid lower. It was much better, to have the blond
against him like this, even if it deepened his own breath to make it look as
natural as possible, the other swerving into him as he was.
It was like Jou was trying to sabotage him even when he didn't know it
was really the brunette!
It made fingers tighten in taking hold of him, thumb brushing low on the
heat behind his zipper. And that single breath of an answer saved him the
humility of having his voice falter!
�Then he was interrupted by collar, groaning gently into his skin at the
impeding strip of leather.
Why was it easier, like this?
Because, dammit, he'd spent
enough time in the shower exploring. And this was a perfect opportunity to
learn about someone else. ...Shame it was the dog, though.
And still the lights bounced through the sheer fabric spread from his
back, arched about the pair of them to leave their ongoings as just a very
intimate dance. Which was exactly how he liked it, his other hand pawing with
slight nails the flesh of his hip just inside the pants.

Jounouchi�s POV.
As they apparently weren't leaving the dance floor for awhile...(The word
"Tease" came to mind, but didn't leave his lips, as if the verbal
expression would remind him too much of a certain brunette he seemed to find
himself more and more often in compromising positions with...**) Jou tried to
focus his quickly fogging brain to render him capable of some kind of revenge.
As it was, though, he was failing miserably, the ever increasing
attention to his now more visible and certainly more...pressing heat,
working to drive most comprehendible thought from his mind, even quite
thoroughly disposing of the strength in his legs, leaving him nearly sagging
against his masked friend.
Unwilling, in his present situation, to lose his footing and perhaps
pride, he gathered what strength he could in the still blood-occupied limbs
(Most seemed to be journeying swiftly southward�) and lifted his weight off
where it had rested completely against his friend.
Bringing himself onto his own feet, but only barely, Jouno dropped his
hands from the raven-colored hair, dragging fingertips down what chest he could
manage without severe awkwardness. When finally he brought them to his sides
again, their descent complete, he paused briefly to tuck glowsticks into the
pocket from which they had come, before letting hands move between them.
It was almost as if he was trying to slip his hands into his own back
pockets, something people did presumably to draw attention to their backsides.
This was not his intention, however beneficial, and deft fingertips continued
to hook into the waistline of his companion.
Like they had before, when he'd referenced the havoc he intended to wreak
on said pants...(As beautiful as they were, he was dying to get beneath to
the...real prize.) both index fingers slid under the waist band and around his
partner, wrists turning as needed. The next was a problem he had not foreseen,
or in the worst of nightmares imagined. While the pants were highly encouraging
of ogling and "Eye Candy" or "Hottie" comments, they were
certainly nothing but an obstacle in terms of...getting in them.
He let out a little grunt of disgust that turned into a quiet hiss as
administrations beneath his own pants continued. His right hand, fueled either
by simple unforgiving need or unimagined dexterity, followed the line of
now-exposed skin to the lace on the other's right side. This he did with
amazing speed..(Again, either unforgiving need....or perhaps skills developed
by outrageously complicated bra-straps..) loosening the ties so that his next
action would not cause the loss of circulation to his wrists. The left
fingertip remained tucked in as it was, whilst the right continued around his
backside. He managed, once there, and tucking his hands completely under the
line in a mirror image of what his 'friend' had done to him moments before, to
pull the man forcefully up against him, and, focused as he was on what he was
doing....
"Ahhh..! Fuck, right ther--aghh.." ..continued the achingly
slow movement of his hips.
The contact, through both the bending and straightening of his knees and
grinding hip movement, caused his ass to come most often in contact with what
many, himself included, would consider a lucrative reward, even for the effort.
Fingertips danced over the flesh exposed them, the uncharted territory, warm as
it was, adding to the rotation of his hips, if only in sensuality.
Seto�s POV.
~~~~~!!~~~~~
If there needed to be any swifter way to give him reason to get out of
sight to the general eyes that were too busy on their own partners or under
lids to absorb the music--he knew no other way.
The fact that leather loosened drastically on his narrow hips was enough
to turn his foggy mind fully around and shift his priorities. He needed to get
out of public eye, before his pants unraveled. Complicated as they were, they
were designed to come off with just such a precise gesture, cheeks heating at
the thought that his pants had a good chance to begin falling.
The CEO and birthday boy mooning a room full of guests...
Just which hand with the clawed digits was where, anyway? Yes, those
finger gauntlets were still upon him.
The right hand that held fast on the blonde�s hip, which explained why
the sensation of cool steel sliding away from his heating abdomen to make its
way under the shirt to settle over his naval. A hiss full of warning filled his
painted lips, the blue sourced with vanilla hanging near his ear that he
couldn't help but reveal his elevated breath to.
"Get your hands out of that or I'll make sure you can't use them the
rest of the night..."
Those straps littered their pants for a reason, and it had been crossing
his mind for at least two minutes, just how hard he'd have to tie him to keep
him still. He'd given up trying to keep them in coordination to the music so
that they wouldn't stand out so much, left to hopelessly wriggle himself once
he felt digits creeping low on his flesh.
Dammit...
Either move his hand out of the other's pants and deprive himself of
wonderful blackmailing material, --
.... Aha!! A grin leaked onto his paled features, purring into his ear as
his hips bumped into the hands, and further. The conservation of energy was a
wonderful thing (as if he could really go in to explaining it even to himself
under buzz and thrum of alcohol and sensation respectively).
"What will people think of you on Monday, when they see how quick
you were to so shamelessly get my pants off?"
He had to bite the urge sharply
into his inner cheek to add 'pup'....
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