The Dance of Dragons
Chapter Eight, Damnit!
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Author’s Notes:
You guys were really good, so I figured I’d give you another chapter
to keep you coming.
Plus…Stupid AFF didn’t let me update last night, so..I figured I’d
throw in an extra one, free of charge. ;)
I really do love the reviews—The monsters with sticks and anxiety
attacks over continuation are really what I live for.
To Euphoria—Yeah. The Costuming was fun.
We actually had a mutual friend who played Mokuba, not in this sitting, but he
was the one who pretty much disallowed the pup costume. Besides. It makes it so
much more interesting if you know exactly what you’re going to be taking off.
This one is really short and mostly a
transition until we get where we’re going.
Enjoy!
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 Eight:
Jounouchi’s POV.
He didn't move from where he was, nor did his hands. Instead, they
continued their gentle ministrations, running over impeccably smooth skin,
flawless and, in his mind, untouched.
Oh, the simple purity of fantasies and all that they implied.
He was working quite diligently at committing every moment of this to
memory, in case the touch of this stranger was nothing more the following
morning. He, in all probability, would not be there when Jouno woke up. The
middle finger of each hand regrettably slipped away from the warmth of the
other's heated flesh, slipping over the leather and holding it up, in effect.
He was forced to pause briefly in doing so, though his fingertips danced over
the skin in light patterns; as if he was playing piano. Light pressure was
applied.
“I'm not really worried 'bout what my friends're gonna think about this.
Most've 'em are busy themselves, and..damnit, if anything the girls'll just
bother me more 'cause I'm suddenly somethin' they can't have:
“Gay."
He snickered softly, leaning his head back to bury it into the side of
the taller one's head, low enough to avoid the smell of the hair products he'd
used to style it.
"They'll learn the meanin' of Bi soon enough...'Sides. Serves 'em
right for snoopin’, 'cause, fuck. If it was up to me, we prolly wouldn't even
be on the dance floor anymore."
He dragged his hands around to the front of the mystery man's
pants...dipping them dangerously below, fingers tracing teasingly, only to
shift swiftly upwards to catch the leather before it could fall.
"Whaddya got to lose, anyway? Close enough to Kaiba that he'll kill
your ass if you moon a coupla people at his party? And don't think removin' me
of my hands'll be any problem tonight, babe, cause I'm pretty sure I'm the type
who doesn't mind bein' dominated."
Another light hiss escaped him and his voice, sounding as if his throat
had dried, and he placed his hand over Kaiba's. It made him look as if he was
grabbing himself.
"Listen, I'm not sayin' I want you to stop for good, and I'm pretty
sure you'd like ta see what magic I might be able ta work under those pants of
yours. But either or both of us's gonna be in some sorta trouble if we stay out
here too much longer."
Seto’s POV.
It was hard to trust girls.
He couldn't tell which ones were trying to get their hands in his pants
in the manner Jou had intended (that had worked wonderful wonders, by the way)
or to get to his wallet.
Here the blond was, attempting to grope him senseless--had done a good
job of it--and wanted simply that. Which... pleased him, in a way.
…Oh if only he weren't the mutt of a novice that he was... Anyone else
with a mindset like that and he wouldn't be so inclined to stop. Of course...
If he did get the other for himself, that would be quite a trophy indeed to wag
around late at night when he couldn't sleep--and couldn't find him. And then he
just had to go and flaunt his stupidity in mix with the fingers... He shivered
and chuckled at the same time, smirking into the corner of his jaw to let an
almost scalding breath into his skin. He lingered there against him, the hum in
his nerves from alcohol and all of the... touching (as, admittedly, the only
time anyone had ever gotten that close he'd sworn complete revenge on--and he'd
reduced him to diving out a window).
It was... strange, to say the least. Of all the people... There was still
that lingering doubt in his mind. It was enough that when the other finally
started making a level of sense, he only nodded briefly.
"Depends on if you've actually got enough blood in your
legs..." he began in a note of nothing but driving insult (as what he was
best at), sending his fingers higher up the others shirt and raking claws along
with it.
"...to make it to the car."
Correction: limo... but he didn't need to startle the boy just yet. Not
just yet...
"I... don't want to... soil their bathroom."
Really--he just didn't want to lose his first time in an unfamiliar stall.
Yeah, something to remember:
"I lost my first time to a stupid dog in the handicap spot of the
bathroom!"
Yeah.... wonderful memories. But by
far it was shades lighter to his mood than even the thought of his adoptive
father making the attempt to get a hold of him. No one would ever know how glad
he was to be rid of that man...
Awww,
Kaiba the Virgin. –Wistful sigh.- …Maybe I should update two at a time more
often?
..What do you guys think?