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Chance Dance	By : Ykarzel Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Chance Dance
- 1
Ykarzel’s Constant Chatter: A
little bit of boyboy love for you all, for Valentine’s
Day.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

Chance Dance
PLEASE SEE IMPORTANT MESSAGE AT BOTTOM

Theirs was a relationship founded on chance. By chance, one afternoon, they met; by
chance, they were alone; by chance, they missed a step in the dance of their
fight and fell, crashing against each other in a desire that was always felt
and never voiced. Thus began a new
dance, of reversing the old.

It was cautious, this dance.
It was out of context and of a different genre entirely. Very slowly they mapped out the first
steps. Until the music changed, and they
found themselves caught in a series of three steps, unable to progress forward,
but unwilling to leave the dance floor.
_

Jou groaned at the sight of the pair, flipping over so his
back was to them, and he was facing Honda’s knee. Honda, sitting cross-legged beside the
horizontal Jou, glanced over at Yami and Yugi.

“What’s wrong, man?”

“I can’t watch them.”

Honda noted the flushed state of Jou’s cheeks, and the way
he curled into nearly a fetal position. Honda
reached down and ran a sympathetic hand through Jou’s hair. “Still nothing, huh?”

“No!” Jou cried in dismay.
“I’m not used to going this long without sex. And from what I understand he’s not either.”

“Why haven’t you done anything about it?” Honda asked. “It seems hypocritical of you to sit here and
complain when you’re just as guilty as he is.”

“That’s not the way we work!” Jou protested. “I can’t.
He has to. If I did, it would be,
inappropriate. It would mess everything
up.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

Jou looked up. “Would
you really be comfortable doing that?”

Honda shrugged.
“Whatever, I wouldn’t mind. It’s
not that big of a deal. He might
not be comfortable with me doing it, though.”

“Who, Kaiba?” Otogi asked, walking
in to Honda’s bedroom. “Guys, cut that
out, your making Jou horny. If you’re
gonna talk to Kaiba about how those two can get Jou flustered with some chicken
pecking, then you’re just going to have to be very direct.”

“I don’t actually want you to do it!” Jou exclaimed. “It was just a question in theory.”

“Are you sure?” Honda asked as Otogi sat behind him on the
bed.

“I’m sure,” Jou answered.
He looked up from the floor at Otogi, who was kneading knots out of
Honda’s shoulders and kissing his neck. Jou
sat up and grabbed his bag. “I’m out of here, I can’t stand it any more.”
_

Jou bit his lip against the rush of nerves he felt
approaching the large oak door. He
wondered if he would ever grow comfortable walking into this room.

It didn’t even occur to him until after he’d walked in to
knock. His cheeks burned and he hoped
Seto didn’t think he was rude.

Said brunette was sitting at his desk, his fingers
momentarily paused over the keyboard. He
looked over at the door, his eyes stopping Jou in his place.

“Hey,” Jou said sheepishly.

Seto stood instantly.
He was wearing a pair of worn gray sweatpants and what had once been a
tee shirt, but had the arms and bottom seam cut off. Jou had never seen him dressed so relaxed,
and thought it looked amazingly sexy.

“Jou, I hadn’t been expecting you.”

Jou shrugged, noticing the way Seto’s pants were low on his
waist. “I was supposed to spend the
night at Honda’s, but you know, Otogi was there, and,” he faded off and
shrugged. “I got uncomfortable.”

Seto glanced back at his computer screen, and then at Jou
apologetically. “Jou, I can’t stop this
quite yet.”

Jou held up his hands.
“No, no, I know, you have to work.
I just,” he paused. Why was he
here? He let his hands fall back down,
and crossed the room to Seto.

Because the shirt was cut off he could see a small line of
skin between where the pants stopped and the shirt began. Reaching out, he ran his finger across
it. “You should dress like this more
often.” He pulled his hand back as if
the touch had burned, his face reflecting the temperature. Rising up onto his tip toes, he kissed Seto’s
cheek once. “I’ll be downstairs with
Mokuba.”

Jou turned and hurried from the room. He rubbed the back of his neck against the
pressure of Seto’s eyes and eased the door closed again without looking
back. Seto stood for a moment, raising
his hand to press against where Jou had touched him. He shook his head and shoulders to rid himself of the warm feeling that had crawled through his
veins, and turned back to his work.
_

Jou lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling. He’d come downstairs to find Mokuba, but the
kid wasn’t here. He reasoned that he was
probably in his room, but in face of climbing back up the steps again Jou found
he didn’t desire company that much.

He turned over onto his stomach, pressing his face into his
arms. It was sick, how just looking at
Seto for a minute had him so bothered.
He sighed and tried to relax, think about anything else.

He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke to a hand on
his shoulder. It took him a moment to
realize where he was. “Seto?”

“Jou, it’s late, you should get home.”

“Don needta,”
Jou said, his speech slightly slurred. “Still got m’bag. Jus sleep ere.” He let his eyes fall closed again. Seto stared at him for a moment, and then
carefully picked Jou right off the couch.

Despite his sleepy slur, the moment he left the warmth of
the couch cushions Jou knew he was being carried. He kept his eyes closed. This couldn’t have worked out better if he
had planned it.

He felt himself being laid onto a bed, and his shirt being
removed. Perfect. All he needed was for Seto to undress him and
crawl into bed with him and his little tired act could fall.

There was a pause after his shirt and belt had been
removed. Then Seto’s lips were against
his forehead for a breath of a moment.
“Good night, Jou,” said the voice Jou was afraid to look at.

When he heard the door snap closed, however, Jou’s eyes
popped open. He wasn’t in Seto’s
room. He was in a guest bedroom. He groaned and hit his pillow, before flipping
back over and trying to fall asleep as he had before. But somehow knowing Seto was only a few rooms
down made that very difficult.
_

Running his hand through his brown hair, Honda walked
impatiently across the school yard to where Seto was sitting, a stack of papers
in one hand and an apple in the other.
It wasn’t until he stopped and stood directly above him that Seto looked
away from his work.

“Yes?” he asked when Honda was quiet for a moment.

“Are you doing anything tonight?”

Seto blinked. Besides
work, which he hoped to be done fairly quickly, he didn’t have any plans unless
Jou decided to come over. He didn’t have
time to consider why Honda wanted to know, those grey eyes demanded an
answer. “No.”

Honda looked relieved.
“Good. Now you are.” He tossed something down onto Seto’s
lap. He looked down to see, and realized
with something akin to horror, that it was a condom.

“What’s the meaning of this?” He’d wanted to roar, but the question came
out quietly.

“Well there are two, one selfless and one selfish. The first being Jou’s my best friend, and I
hate seeing him denied something he wants so desperately. The second is I’m tired of not being allowed
to touch Togi in front of him because it makes him
horny. So take care of it.”

Honda didn’t wait for an answer before walking away. He’d made up his mind earlier this morning
when Jou had come in with the desperate sob of “he made me sleep in a guest
room.” This just couldn’t be allowed to
continue.
_

Shoving his books into his bag, Jou stood up suddenly when
he felt a hand on his lower back.
“Seto?” he asked. Though they
made no attempt to hide their relationship, Seto didn’t usually touch him in
school; he wasn’t too fond of public displays of affection.

Blue eyes traveled to the unusual number of books in Jou’s
bag. “Do you have a lot of homework?”

Jou groaned. “Oh,
loads. Teachers suck.”

“Are you busy tonight then?”

Jou shut his locker and turned towards Seto, leaning against
it. “You know me better than to think
I’d do my homework tonight when I can put it off all weekend.”

“Then would you like to come home with me? I don’t have to work today.”

Jou smiled brightly.
“I’d love to. I’ll meet you by
your car in five, okay?” He pulled his
bag off the floor by the strap, and started to hoist it over his shoulder until
a hand stopped him.

“I’ll take this to the car,” Seto said, pulling it from him.

Jou felt the need to protest, but the action was so odd he
didn’t. “Okay. I’ll be out as soon as I say goodbye to my
friends.”

Seto started to walk away, when something occurred to Jou. “Seto,” he called, and the brunette
turned. “My friends are probably going
to want to make plans. How long do you
want me to stay?”

Seto stared for a moment, seeming to decide something. “Until tomorrow,” he answered, and then
turned before Jou could react.
_

Something was up. He
knew it by the way Seto was driving. He
had both hands firmly on the steering wheel rather than his usual relaxed
one. He had the music playing loud
enough that talking was difficult instead of lightly in the background. In addition, he’d already been in the car by
the time Jou got there, rather than waiting outside of it like he usually did.

“Why are you staring at me?” Seto asked, reaching over to
momentarily turn down the music.

“I’m trying to figure out if I should be nervous or
excited,” Jou answered, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend.

Seto turned the music back up and over it answered, “Both.”

Walking into the house, Jou did Seto a favor by not talking
as he obviously didn’t want to. He
followed him into the kitchen, and watched with a raised eyebrow as Seto
drained nearly an entire can of soda in one swig.

“Is something wrong?” Jou finally asked. Seto was acting, well nervous, or as nervous as
Seto was ever likely to get.

“I’m sorry for last night.”

Under normal circumstances, Jou would have just assumed Seto
was referring to having to work while Jou was here. But with Seto’s odd behavior, Jou wasn’t
entirely sure if that was what he was apologizing for, or if it was for being
put to bed like a child. He decided to
script his answer to suit both.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t insulted, just
a little disappointed.”

“I want to make it up to you,” Seto said, almost rushing
through his words. Jou’s still raised
eyebrow fell as his eyes narrowed. What
exactly was Seto up to?

Seto set down the nearly empty can and walked swiftly out of
the room. Jou waited a moment, trying to
gather his thoughts, before following.
Seto was no longer in sight, but Jou started down the hallway blindly.

He heard Seto behind him a breath before he was pressed up
against the wall, his body pinned and his arms held down. This had progressed past odd to fucking
weird.

“Seto what the he–”

He was cut off by Seto’s lips on his. They’d kissed several times, when alone
together, but always soft and sweet.
Never had Seto kissed him like this; hard and hot. He gave in without a fight, and moaned
involuntarily as Seto pressed their bodies together.

His mind did a quick run through before he let it shut
off. Nobody at home would be expecting
him until Sunday. His friends had been
informed he’d be busy. Mokuba had track
practice until seven. It was only
three.

Seto pushed his knee between Jou’s legs and his mental process
shut down entirely. He gasped through
his nose and moaned again into Seto’s mouth, only to have Seto’s lips and
tongue pulled away. He gasped for air as
his breath was stolen again when Seto moved to suck on his neck. He tilted his head to the side to allow better
access.

For a heart beat, Jou’s brain turned back on and processed
only one thought; how do I make this continue?

Seto’s hand pushed up under Jou’s shirt and ghosted over his
sensitive side. The stimulation caused Jou
to go limp, Seto’s knee and the wall all that kept him upright. His shirt was pushed up under his arms. Jou reached out, his arms now unpinned, to
grab onto Seto’s shoulders.

Seto’s free hand buried itself in Jou’s hair, while his
other slid back down Jou’s body to create more targeted friction. Jou’s head fell forward against Seto’s
chest. His fingers clenched at Seto’s
shoulders and he gasped his boyfriend’s name.

Seto released Jou’s golden locks to make quick work of Jou’s
pants. They fell down around the blonde’s
ankles, and were followed by his boxers before he could even think of
protesting, if he had wanted to.

Seto’s hands were cool against his heated skin, and he
groaned at the feeling. Seto leaned
forward and pushed Jou’s back up against the wall again, claiming his lips in
another hot kiss.

All at once Jou’s support left him, and it was all he could
do not to collapse to the floor. That
feat proved even more difficult when Seto’s tongue slid down Jou’s
erection. He shouted and his eyes shot
open, staring down at his boyfriend.

Seto’s cool blue eyes stared back up at him as he took Jou’s
length into his mouth.

“Oh, God,” Jou moaned, closing his eyes and turning his
head. He couldn’t watch. Seto going down on him was too surreal. He felt the texture of Seto’s tongue rub
against his sensitive head and down the underside.

Jou’s hands reached out to fist Seto’s hair. To pull him in or push him
away was lost to Jou when Seto sucked hard.
Using one hand to keep Jou’s hips securely against the wall, Seto cupped
Jou’s balls with the other.

The added stimulation overwhelmed Jou. He would have warned Seto if he’d been
capable of thought. He came forcefully,
sending his juices to the back of Seto’s throat. Everything behind his eyelids went white, and
he let go of consciousness.
_

Jou became aware of
his body all at once, but kept his eyes shut until he could figure out exactly
where he was. He was obviously not in
the hallway anymore, though his cheeks flushed with embarrassment that he’d
actually passed out. He was lying in a
bed, probably Seto’s. He was covered by
sheets, but was naked under them.

He could hear typing not too far, which confirmed that he
was in Seto’s room. He blinked his eyes
open and waited until he was completely awake before moving.

Seto was, as expected, sitting at his desk, his back to Jou,
though the blonde had no doubts Seto could hear the bed springs as he sat
up. He noticed with no small amount of
glee that Seto had changed into another pair of sweat pants and a shirt similar
to what he had worn last night. He kicked his legs out from under the sheets
and sat on the edge of the bed, idly wondering where Seto had put his clothes.

“Seto?” Jou called.

“Hmm?” came the bored reply.

“What the hell was that?”

There was a momentary pause in his typing. “I was informed today that I wasn’t keeping
you satisfied.”

Jou stood up and walked across the room despite his lack of
clothing. He reached out and spun Seto’s
chair around, forcing the brunette to face him.
“And what are you, a robot?” he asked casually.

Seto looked up at him coolly, making eye contact and
ignoring the fact that the blonde was naked.
Not getting the reaction he wanted, Jou climbed onto Seto’s lap,
straddling him. “Jou, stop this.”

Ignoring him, Jou thread his fingers into Seto’s hair and
tipped his head back, before leaning in and kissing him soundly. He was pleased when Seto returned the kiss,
but he still felt like he was being humored.
He dropped out of the kiss and moved his lips to Seto’s ear.

“You might say you don’t want me but your body tells me
otherwise,” Jou whispered, before layering Seto’s neck in kisses.

“Stop Jou,” he repeated, but his voice had lost all of its
conviction.

The blonde ran his tongue down the shell of Seto’s ear. “Careful love,” he murmured. “If you say it one more time I will stop, and
we both know you don’t want that.”

“You make a daring assumption.”

“I made an accurate assessment,” Jou corrected, coming back
to kiss Seto again. It was returned with
more fervor than before, and Seto’s hands came up to grab Jou’s lower back and
push their bodies together closer.

One of Seto’s hands cupped Jou’s ass, which caused the
blonde to pull away and give a questioning look. Seto answered it by standing up and taking
the three steps to the bed, setting Jou down on it. Disappointed by the sudden lack of body
contact, Jou pouted, but the feeling quickly vanished when Seto pulled off his
shirt and began to drop his pants. As
much as Jou appreciated how Seto looked in causal clothing, it didn’t compare
to a chance to see him naked.

Jou didn’t have long to appreciate Seto’s nudity, before the
brunette bent over him and pushed him back by the shoulders. Seto used a knee to spread Jou’s legs
apart. Jou watched, from his horizontal
position, as Seto stood above him and coated his fingers in lube which he had
pulled from somewhere without Jou noticing.

“No foreplay?” Jou asked with a smirk.

Seto glared. “What do
you call the past two hours.”

“Point taken.” He allowed Seto to spread his cheeks and rub
lube onto his opening. “Seto have you
ever done this before?”

Seto smirked, bending over Jou. “You tell me.” He claimed Jou’s lips as his and pushed a
finger in, pumping it twice before locating Jou’s prostate and massaging it
savagely.

“Fuck, yes,” Jou gasped.
“Seto, I swear, if I cum again before you’re inside me, I will never
forgive you.”

Seto eased up on Jou’s prostate and continued to stretch
him, adding another finger.

Being prepared by Seto worked Jou to a near fever
pitch. “Seto, now.”

Jou would never be able to recall where the condom, like
lube, came from. The only thing he was
aware of was Seto pushing into him.

Seto used Jou’s thighs to angle him, while the blonde
wrapped his legs around Seto’s waist. He
set a slow rhythm using Jou’s thighs as an anchor. Jou moaned loudly
at the feeling of being filled and bucked back against Seto appreciatively.

He’d been pleasing himself for weeks with this fantasy, Seto bent over him and dominating him completely. He met Seto with
every thrust, unaware of the bruises that were developing on his thighs from Seto’s iron grip.
The pressure slowly pooled in his lower stomach. Unable to stand it anymore, he began to pump
himself in time with Seto, screaming as he finished
himself off.

Seto shut his eyes against the
overly erotic sight of Jou pleasing himself. His thrusts increased in pressure and tempo
as his own desire overwhelmed him. His
release came with a relieved moan, and he wasted no time in climbing on to the
bed beside Jou, who was fighting for consciousness.

Jou buried his face in Seto’s neck, snuggling against the sweat dampened
skin. “Love you,” he murmured softly.

Seto used one arm to pull Jou closer to him.
“Love you too,” he answered through deep breaths. He inhaled the scent of Jou’s
shampoo. “Sleep for a bit.”

“If you’re not holding me when I wake up, I’ll never sleep
with you again,” Jou said by way of answer, fearing Seto would return to working the moment he was asleep.

Seto smiled into the blonde locks,
enjoying their soft feel against his lips.
“I haven’t the energy to leave you.”
_

Jou groaned as the first thing he
became aware of was the pain in his lower back.
Seto had taken him again before the night was
over, and though he’d been ecstatic at the time it didn’t seem like such a good
idea in retrospect.

He reached out blindly for his lover, grabbing hold of a
limb and pulling himself closer. “Wake
up,” he said, practically laying on Seto.

“What time is it?” Seto asked.

Jou rubbed his eyes until things
came into focus, then looked to the clock. “Holy shit it’s already one.”

Seto smiled into Jou’s arm, which was pressed against his face. “So?” he asked.

“I told the guys I’d meet them at noon.”

Seto rolled over, and ran a hand
down Jou’s naked body. “Looks like you’re gonna
be a few hours late.”
_

Already fighting a blush, Jou
entered Honda’s room, a full four hours late. He found his friends in the middle of a game
of monopoly, and all eyes turned to him when he walked in. “Hey.”

There was a relieved round of sighs across the room. “You weren’t worried, were you?” Jou asked, confused by their reaction to his appearance.

“No,” Honda answered.
“We’re just glad you finally got action and will stop being such a horny
spoil sport.”

“Hey!” Jou protested, but was
ignored. He eventually gave into their
laughter, and joined their game as banker.

“Are you busy tomorrow, Jou?” Yugi asked, a few minutes later.

Jou blushed. “Seto wants me to
come over so he can help me with is homework.”

Honda burst into laughter and rolled over so he was against Otogi, using his boyfriend’s shoulder to muffle his
hysterics. “Look what I started!”

Y/C/C: That’s it. Point-less, but a plot bunny that had to be shot. Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!
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