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Desiderata	By : Rhelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: [Seto x Jounouchi, slight BDSM, yaoi lemon, one-shot.] Desiderata - Latin, noun. Something desired; literally, “desired one.” Because everything we love, we hate a little… (shameless PWP, but well written)
Yay, Rhelle’s first lemon! ^^;; I feel like a blushing bride. Oh well. Here we go.

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Desiderata

Desiderata - Latin, n. Something desired; literally, “desired one.”

Ah, my love, my hate, desired and despised. My Seto. Clothed, you are beautiful, fair as winter and a hundred times more fierce.

Naked, gilded with firelight and the flush of your own desire, you are magnificent.

I am bound before you, arms spread apart and tied to the mahogany headboard with silken bonds, red as blood or love.

Your body is arched over mine, your chest against my chest, your heart against my heart, limbs entwined and your lips brushing my own.

The soft silkiness of your tongue caresses my mouth, languid, ruthless, devouring me. And I meet your force with my own, my desire, my desiderata.

Your mouth shifts, and I let my head fall back, body wracked by shudders of desire as your fingers burn their patterns into my skin with their cruel caress, your teeth and tongue working in fierce little kisses down the tender flesh of my neck, starbursts of pain.

And yet see how my body arches into your touch, how I almost seem to offer myself up to you, body and soul.

You massage my left nipple between your fingers as your mouth closes over my right; tongue teasing it into perfect hardness, swirling over the areole, lapping, licking, and your teethse ose on the erect tip. You pause for a moment, simply to let your hot breath caress it, ignoring my helpless cries of desire.

Your tongue trails like heated light across my body, along the concave curve of my belly, swirling and lapping the indentation of my belly button. Lips moving along my hipbone, steadily lower….

Your hair brushes against my legs and my painfully erect sex as you run your tongue along the inside of my thighs, tantalizing me, teasing me, torturing me with my own desire.

Your eyes meet mine over the expanse of my body between us, sly and dark. I growl softly, urging you on.

Without warning, you take my whole hard length into your mouth, sudden warmth moving along my arousal, rising, then slipping back, like heated tides across my skin. Suckling gently, tongue flicking across the tip, teeth grazing along the tender skin of my shaft. My body strains against its scarlet bonds, silk cutting into my skin like the flat of a knife.

Your sly, sardonic eyes are still meeting mine.

There is the flash of a true blade in your hand, and then the bond are gone, ends fluttering from my wrists like fetters on a half-tamed hawk, freeing me to the prison of your arms.

I reach for you, twining my hands in your hair. I yield to you utterly, drunk with desire, my hips thrusting of their own volition into your mouth.

Sweet this final surrender, sweet the pain of letting go. Delicious the release of all that I have clung to for all this time.

My climax explodes like a burst of light in my loins, spreading out to the far reaches of body and soul.

Still breathing hard, gilded with a sheen of sweat, I rise up and take you into my arms, pressing my body against yours. My tongue flicks across the perfect shell of your ear. “Your turn now,” I murmur in a husky voice.

My hands and tongue move over your body. As they quest lower, your lips part with a cry, and I move to capture them with my own.

A fierce joining, a vicious kiss. No tenderness now, only a torrent of desire, each of us consuming the other. I can taste myself in this kiss.

I’m still kissing you as my hands move across your burning skin. I feel you growing hard under my knowing touch, bringing you to the brink of pleasure and beyond. Eyes half-lidded, breath heavy and quick, heart fluttering under my fingers as they caress the contours of your chest.

With a little growl of lust, you break the kiss and push me down onto my back, forcing my legs over your shoulders. Without warning and without preparation, you thrust into me, filling me completely.

I gasp with the shock - a shock not entirely painful. I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into your back as you begin to move inside me with long, slow strokes…until you strike the node of pleasure at the core of my being. The pain is a pleasure so intense that my whole body quivers with it. My back arches, and I hear myself cry out.

You thrust, and I rise to meet you, a rhythm steady as a heartbeat, until I don’t know where my body ends and yours begins. And I don’t know if we are fighting or loving, we are so close, and perhaps it doesn’t matter. From a certain height, you are not falling anymore. You are flying.

Then there is nothing but this, the delicious preoccupation of flesh on flesh, as a wave of ecstasy comes and carries me away.

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It’s quiet now. Cradled against your chest, in the curve of your body, I lie with you on the silken sheets and watch the candles dance. Utterly quiet.

If I listen, I can almost hear your heart beating. If I listen, I can almost hear the words therein.

I turn my head to look at you. “Kaiba?” I ask, sleepy as a child. “Do you love me?”

Blue eyes register surprise, then seem to look at something beyond me, and a shadow falls over their depths. “I…I don’t know if I love you. I don’t know if love is such a wonderful thing as they all think. Too often it has been only a collar and a chain to cage me. But…”

Eyes return to meet my own, fierce and burning bright. You lay a hand on my cheek, tracing the lines of my face. I lean into your touch.

“But I do know that I want you. I want you as my body wants breath.

“I want you as enemy, rival, lover. I want you across me on the dueling field, I want you under me on silken sheets. I want you with me, following me from a distance, as you always have. I want to watch you as you grow, despite and because of my adversity.

“I want you to mock, to laugh at, to love. I want you to hate me, to love me, to writhe under me in torment and ecstasy. I need to see you hate as I need to see you love, for you are my heart where I have none.

“I hated you because of this. I hated you because I wanted - needed - you. Everything we love, we hate a little.”

“But you said you didn’t love me.”

“No. But I’m learning.”

Your hand moves to my hair, stroking the tousled blond locks, and you simply look at me, like I’m your most precious possession. There’s a rare tenderness in the chill crystals of your eyes, and it speaks more than words ever could.

“Jounouchi, my desired, my despised, but always mine, from life to life, and beyond. Bound not by the unfeeling hand of fate, but by our own actions.”

I snuggle back into the curve of your body. “Promise or threat?”

You rest your lips in my hair. “Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe only a statement that beyond hatred and darkness and death, there is this.”

~*FINIS*~

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Yeah, I told you it didn’t have a plot.
I made them both say the “my desired, my despised” thing at tegineginning and the end to show the similarities between the way the both think. No, really. They’re more alike than they realize.
I made Jou think of Seto as…well, Seto, but call him Kaiba, because Jou’s a little smartass, and also I couldn’t picture him calling Seto by his first name.
And I made you review because reviews are my favorite things in the world! >D They are the preciousssssssss…
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