The Bet
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sneek peeks
Okay, I know I haven't updated in forever, but ..well, life got in the way. I am planning on another update very, very soon. This, however, isn't an actual update. Yes, I do have some new stuff for you guys to read, but it's not the next chapter. Well, not all of it. I felt bad that I haven't sat down to my comp for months. So, to make it up to you guys who are still reading this, I have the first of two parts for you. I have previews of the first part of the lemon, and the first part of the next chapter.
The first scene below is the intro to the Seto/Jou lemon I promised you guys. No, there's no lemony action yet; this is just setting the scene, etc for it. It takes place a couple of chapters back, so, to refresh your memory, here's a brief summary: Seto, ticked off about his homelife, was driving when he found Jou at a bus stop. Jou was drinking and also ticked off about his homelife. Seto and Jou argued a bit, and Jou ended up in Seto's car. This picks up after that. .
So, enjoy your previews! . The link to the lemon, and the next chapter will soon be coming to a ff.net nearest you! .
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Jou sat on the tan passenger seat without his seatbelt, briefly glancing up at the passing lights and watered down beer. dark shadows of houses and trees before turning his attention back to his chapped, ungloved hands, which were wrapped tightly around his bottle of cheap, watered down beer.
He hadn't looked at Seto once since the kiss; he didn't know where they were going, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he was getting away from home and he wasn't in the cold anymore. Besides that, he was mulling over mocking, arrogant lips that were always twisted in a superior smirk. Those lips that were so hot, tasting of spices, making his heart hammer and his blood pound through his veins as they left a trail of fire everyplace they touched.
'Whoa, down boy.' Shaking his head, Jou tilted it back and took a swift, deep swig of beer. It was nearly gone, and, in a brief moment of wisdom, Jou reflected it wouldn't solve his problems. But it sure did help him forget; made him feel good. He took another swig.
Seto kept his eyes glued to the road as they sped along at 80 miles per hour along the three lane highway. He licked his lips, tasting the stale liquor that Jou reeked of. He didn't know what was wrong with him; why he was unable to control himself around the sandy haired boy. All he knew was that he wanted to get drunk and fuck him senseless. And, judging from his responses, so did Jou.
The auburn haired boy couldn't wait to get Jou in his bed, intoxicated and gloriously naked, that slightly tan skin bared for him to see, each creamy crevice- Groaning a bit and feeling his pants tighten, Seto inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. His attention was nabbed by the awful smell of Jou's beer. "How in the hell can you drink that shit?"
Jou's murky brown eyes widened in surprise; the only noise in the car, other than the wind whooshing by and tires spraying slush, was Seto's music, the soundtrack to some popular anime or another. "W-wha?" His voice was slightly slurred.
"Damn, even I didn't think you were that stupid." Seto's icy blue eyes flickered for a moment.
Jou's eyes narrowed, sparking in anger and fists, one clenching the beer bottle, raising. "Shut yer mouf! Or I'll shut it for you, you spoiled rotten jack ass!"
Seto let out a rough bark of laughter. "That's rich! You're so drunk, you couldn't hit me if I held still."
"Ooooh...why you-" Jou growled and lunged, both hands reaching out for his throat. Seto merely smirked, extended one long arm, and flung Jou backwards, making him hit his head off of the cold, foggy window. Jou let out a sharp yelp of pain, breathing heavily and glaring at Seto as he rubbed the back of his head while Seto's rich, mocking laughter filled the car. Damn him! Damn that self centered, arrogant, beautiful bastard to a thousand hells- beautiful? Fuck it, not that word again! Why did it keep creeping into his vocabulary every time he thought of the arrogant, stunning-
Jou growled and took another swig of beer, finishing it off. Seto sneered, turning half his attention from the road to the annoying boy next to him. "Give me that." He reached over and yanked Jou's bottle away from him.
"Hey! Dat's mine! Gimme!" Jou reached out to grab for it, but Seto had pressed the button and the passenger window rolled down; he deftly threw it at Jou, who flung himself against the back of the seat as the now empty glass sailed past him and out the window.
Jou was huddled up; he shivered into his worn red and black plaid coat as a gust of cold winter wind swept in, carrying a few flakes of snow as well. Seto shivered as well, quickly putting the window back up and cranking the head up from medium to max.
"What da hell did ya do that for?"
Seto smirked, enjoying the fear that illuminated Jou's eyes. "Relax; if I had meant to hit you, I would have. If you're determined to get dead-assed drunk, you might as well do it on the good shit."
Glassy brown eyes narrowed. "Oh, and I suppose you have the good shit?"
"Since I can afford it, yeah, I do." The rustic brown eyes went from flaming to murderous at the rich teen's biting insults.
"Then where is it? Or do you have to get it from dear, rich old Daddy?"
Seto growled, and it was Jou who laughed. "What's da matter? Can dish it out but can't take it?"
tbc........
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Heh, I'll have the rest of that one up and running soon, so you guys will be able to finish it.
Now, this next scene is the beginning of the next chapter. Consider both of these scenes as sneak previews.
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Bundled up in his gloves, ear warmers, hat, scarf and coat, Ryou made his way up the long, snow and slush caked walk to the parking lot. He huffed, his breath coming out in heaving puffs that condensed and became visible in the chilly winter wind. He trudged along and nearly slipped in on several icy patches, hampered by his heavy book bag, which was loaded down with homework.
His heart was still hammering in his chest, and he was still light headed and delirious. he didn't know what he was getting himself into. All he knew was that Bakura had asked him out! The librarian was going to be mad at him for missing a meeting, and Ryou did feel guilty about that. He normally would never dream of cutting an extra curricular activity, let alone a class, but the dark temptation that was Bakura was too strong to resist. Besides, once little cut couldn't hurt much.
Bakura chewed his lower lip and scanned the now nearly empty parking lot. His vehicle had warmed up, so he was no longer freezing. Damn it, what the hell had he been thinking? He hadn't; that was his problem. His luck, he probably had scared the little pussy to death. Bakura looked away from the grey school building, snorting in disgust and glared at the deserted, snow coated football field and bleachers.
His head whipped around, his jagged black and silver bangs flying, when there was a hesitant knock on the passenger side window. His face registered surprise for one moment. He was sure the boy wouldn't come, and he'd have lost the bet to Yami. But before he'd been able to contemplate those horrific thoughts, a nervous Ryou stood outside the Hummer.
Bakura's features quickly twisted into a smug, satisfied smirk and he hit the unlock button. Ryou heard the click, then opened the door and climbed in. "It's c-cold out th-there..." He wheezed a bit, dumping his bag onto the floor in between his feet. "Th-thank y-you...."
Bakura snorted, glad that Ryou had obviously missed the look on his face. "I almost left without you." He spat out, making the younger sophmore flinch.
"S-sorry. I h-had to g-get my th-things.." Ryou's teeth were chattering and he held his gloved hands over the passenger side vent, feeling the deliciously warm air blast against his numb palms. He shivered as he slowly started to warm up. "Mmm...that feels g-good..." He tilted his head back and leaned closer to the vent.
Bakura's mouth went suddenly dry as he heard Ryou's little appreciative moan. An image of the silver haired boy, naked and on his knees before him, moaning like he was now and sucking on his-
Bakura's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles going white. He gritted his teeth and shifted uncomfortably as he struggled to surpress those thoughts. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as blood started to rush through his veins, and he suddenly wished he was in an ice-cold shower.
Ryou heard Bakura's frustrated growl, and he flinched. He curled in on himself, bringing his legs close together around his book bag, hugging his arms to his chest and lowering his head. He tried to make himself as small as he could. He thought Bakura was mad at him for taking so long. "S- sorry..." He trailed off when the senior didn't so much as look at him. "S- so...w-where do you want to go?"
Bakura shook his head, trying to clear it. Ryou's voice interrupted his thoughts momentarily, but his hormones immediately took control again. 'Into your pants' he thought, and almost said that out loud.
"E-excuse me?" Ryou's chocolate eyes were wide as he stared at his date in open shock.
Bakura mentally cursed, realizing he'd just said that out loud. His face was once more again slack as he delved around in his mind for a lie. He twisted his features into their usual leer. "It's a bar. Unless, of course, you're afraid." He taunted, leaning foward toward the teen.
Ryou gulped and leaned back, pressing himself against the cold window. "N- no.." Truthfully, he was terrified, but he wasn't going to back out. He'd already accepted, and it was either go with Bakura, or go back to the year book meeting. And Ryou, was sure that would be much more trouble than hanging with one of the school's most notorious bad boys.
Bakura grinned, looking as satisfied as a cat that just swallowed a canary. "Good." He hissed. His breath was hot on Ryou's sensitive skin, making it tingle. He shivered, keeping his impossibly wide eyes glued to Bakura as he shifted gears and pulled out.
tbc.....
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well, I hope you guys like what I have in store for you, and I hope you enjoyed your previews! Plz let me know what you think!
The first scene below is the intro to the Seto/Jou lemon I promised you guys. No, there's no lemony action yet; this is just setting the scene, etc for it. It takes place a couple of chapters back, so, to refresh your memory, here's a brief summary: Seto, ticked off about his homelife, was driving when he found Jou at a bus stop. Jou was drinking and also ticked off about his homelife. Seto and Jou argued a bit, and Jou ended up in Seto's car. This picks up after that. .
So, enjoy your previews! . The link to the lemon, and the next chapter will soon be coming to a ff.net nearest you! .
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Jou sat on the tan passenger seat without his seatbelt, briefly glancing up at the passing lights and watered down beer. dark shadows of houses and trees before turning his attention back to his chapped, ungloved hands, which were wrapped tightly around his bottle of cheap, watered down beer.
He hadn't looked at Seto once since the kiss; he didn't know where they were going, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he was getting away from home and he wasn't in the cold anymore. Besides that, he was mulling over mocking, arrogant lips that were always twisted in a superior smirk. Those lips that were so hot, tasting of spices, making his heart hammer and his blood pound through his veins as they left a trail of fire everyplace they touched.
'Whoa, down boy.' Shaking his head, Jou tilted it back and took a swift, deep swig of beer. It was nearly gone, and, in a brief moment of wisdom, Jou reflected it wouldn't solve his problems. But it sure did help him forget; made him feel good. He took another swig.
Seto kept his eyes glued to the road as they sped along at 80 miles per hour along the three lane highway. He licked his lips, tasting the stale liquor that Jou reeked of. He didn't know what was wrong with him; why he was unable to control himself around the sandy haired boy. All he knew was that he wanted to get drunk and fuck him senseless. And, judging from his responses, so did Jou.
The auburn haired boy couldn't wait to get Jou in his bed, intoxicated and gloriously naked, that slightly tan skin bared for him to see, each creamy crevice- Groaning a bit and feeling his pants tighten, Seto inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. His attention was nabbed by the awful smell of Jou's beer. "How in the hell can you drink that shit?"
Jou's murky brown eyes widened in surprise; the only noise in the car, other than the wind whooshing by and tires spraying slush, was Seto's music, the soundtrack to some popular anime or another. "W-wha?" His voice was slightly slurred.
"Damn, even I didn't think you were that stupid." Seto's icy blue eyes flickered for a moment.
Jou's eyes narrowed, sparking in anger and fists, one clenching the beer bottle, raising. "Shut yer mouf! Or I'll shut it for you, you spoiled rotten jack ass!"
Seto let out a rough bark of laughter. "That's rich! You're so drunk, you couldn't hit me if I held still."
"Ooooh...why you-" Jou growled and lunged, both hands reaching out for his throat. Seto merely smirked, extended one long arm, and flung Jou backwards, making him hit his head off of the cold, foggy window. Jou let out a sharp yelp of pain, breathing heavily and glaring at Seto as he rubbed the back of his head while Seto's rich, mocking laughter filled the car. Damn him! Damn that self centered, arrogant, beautiful bastard to a thousand hells- beautiful? Fuck it, not that word again! Why did it keep creeping into his vocabulary every time he thought of the arrogant, stunning-
Jou growled and took another swig of beer, finishing it off. Seto sneered, turning half his attention from the road to the annoying boy next to him. "Give me that." He reached over and yanked Jou's bottle away from him.
"Hey! Dat's mine! Gimme!" Jou reached out to grab for it, but Seto had pressed the button and the passenger window rolled down; he deftly threw it at Jou, who flung himself against the back of the seat as the now empty glass sailed past him and out the window.
Jou was huddled up; he shivered into his worn red and black plaid coat as a gust of cold winter wind swept in, carrying a few flakes of snow as well. Seto shivered as well, quickly putting the window back up and cranking the head up from medium to max.
"What da hell did ya do that for?"
Seto smirked, enjoying the fear that illuminated Jou's eyes. "Relax; if I had meant to hit you, I would have. If you're determined to get dead-assed drunk, you might as well do it on the good shit."
Glassy brown eyes narrowed. "Oh, and I suppose you have the good shit?"
"Since I can afford it, yeah, I do." The rustic brown eyes went from flaming to murderous at the rich teen's biting insults.
"Then where is it? Or do you have to get it from dear, rich old Daddy?"
Seto growled, and it was Jou who laughed. "What's da matter? Can dish it out but can't take it?"
tbc........
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Heh, I'll have the rest of that one up and running soon, so you guys will be able to finish it.
Now, this next scene is the beginning of the next chapter. Consider both of these scenes as sneak previews.
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Bundled up in his gloves, ear warmers, hat, scarf and coat, Ryou made his way up the long, snow and slush caked walk to the parking lot. He huffed, his breath coming out in heaving puffs that condensed and became visible in the chilly winter wind. He trudged along and nearly slipped in on several icy patches, hampered by his heavy book bag, which was loaded down with homework.
His heart was still hammering in his chest, and he was still light headed and delirious. he didn't know what he was getting himself into. All he knew was that Bakura had asked him out! The librarian was going to be mad at him for missing a meeting, and Ryou did feel guilty about that. He normally would never dream of cutting an extra curricular activity, let alone a class, but the dark temptation that was Bakura was too strong to resist. Besides, once little cut couldn't hurt much.
Bakura chewed his lower lip and scanned the now nearly empty parking lot. His vehicle had warmed up, so he was no longer freezing. Damn it, what the hell had he been thinking? He hadn't; that was his problem. His luck, he probably had scared the little pussy to death. Bakura looked away from the grey school building, snorting in disgust and glared at the deserted, snow coated football field and bleachers.
His head whipped around, his jagged black and silver bangs flying, when there was a hesitant knock on the passenger side window. His face registered surprise for one moment. He was sure the boy wouldn't come, and he'd have lost the bet to Yami. But before he'd been able to contemplate those horrific thoughts, a nervous Ryou stood outside the Hummer.
Bakura's features quickly twisted into a smug, satisfied smirk and he hit the unlock button. Ryou heard the click, then opened the door and climbed in. "It's c-cold out th-there..." He wheezed a bit, dumping his bag onto the floor in between his feet. "Th-thank y-you...."
Bakura snorted, glad that Ryou had obviously missed the look on his face. "I almost left without you." He spat out, making the younger sophmore flinch.
"S-sorry. I h-had to g-get my th-things.." Ryou's teeth were chattering and he held his gloved hands over the passenger side vent, feeling the deliciously warm air blast against his numb palms. He shivered as he slowly started to warm up. "Mmm...that feels g-good..." He tilted his head back and leaned closer to the vent.
Bakura's mouth went suddenly dry as he heard Ryou's little appreciative moan. An image of the silver haired boy, naked and on his knees before him, moaning like he was now and sucking on his-
Bakura's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles going white. He gritted his teeth and shifted uncomfortably as he struggled to surpress those thoughts. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as blood started to rush through his veins, and he suddenly wished he was in an ice-cold shower.
Ryou heard Bakura's frustrated growl, and he flinched. He curled in on himself, bringing his legs close together around his book bag, hugging his arms to his chest and lowering his head. He tried to make himself as small as he could. He thought Bakura was mad at him for taking so long. "S- sorry..." He trailed off when the senior didn't so much as look at him. "S- so...w-where do you want to go?"
Bakura shook his head, trying to clear it. Ryou's voice interrupted his thoughts momentarily, but his hormones immediately took control again. 'Into your pants' he thought, and almost said that out loud.
"E-excuse me?" Ryou's chocolate eyes were wide as he stared at his date in open shock.
Bakura mentally cursed, realizing he'd just said that out loud. His face was once more again slack as he delved around in his mind for a lie. He twisted his features into their usual leer. "It's a bar. Unless, of course, you're afraid." He taunted, leaning foward toward the teen.
Ryou gulped and leaned back, pressing himself against the cold window. "N- no.." Truthfully, he was terrified, but he wasn't going to back out. He'd already accepted, and it was either go with Bakura, or go back to the year book meeting. And Ryou, was sure that would be much more trouble than hanging with one of the school's most notorious bad boys.
Bakura grinned, looking as satisfied as a cat that just swallowed a canary. "Good." He hissed. His breath was hot on Ryou's sensitive skin, making it tingle. He shivered, keeping his impossibly wide eyes glued to Bakura as he shifted gears and pulled out.
tbc.....
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well, I hope you guys like what I have in store for you, and I hope you enjoyed your previews! Plz let me know what you think!