The Dance of Dragons

Author’s Notes:

‘The Dance of Dragons’ is actually an excerpt from a RP I participated
in. As such, it will be switching off between two different Points of View.
(POV) A very close friend of mine portrays what I believe to be one of the best
Seto Kaibas I’ve seen in Rp, and I made an effort not to change his words
except for spelling changes.

I’m responsible for the faltering Jounouchi.

If you’d like to see more of what he can do, I’d highly recommend
visiting the works of CrimsonDevil.

If you’re looking to bone him as Seto….Back off! He’s mine.

…Well, Heh. ‘Cept for you, Mo-kun, dear.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Yu-Gi-Oh or Yuugi-Ou, and neither does my
partner. We’re…simply borrowing them for the time being, to exploit their
sex-starved libidos and make them do terrible wonderful things to each other.

Warning: This Story includes graphic Yaoi. [Lemon. ^^] If you don’t
like it, don’t read it. Flamers, flame if you like, because truthfully, I
couldn’t care less. I doubt I’ll even bother to read the nonsensical,
grammar-starved flames you’ll undoubtedly come up with. But…try if you like.
Nice reviews are always welcome.

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 Sixteen:

Jounouchi’s POV.

The build to climax had barely even begun yet, but the heat, the
tightness of the other seemed to impede his breathing as well as his thoughts.

He was drawing breaths awkwardly, whenever his muscles, screaming for
oxygen and ready to induce all forms of lactic acid to put him in an
embarrassing, cramping state, threatened to fail on him. Most of the oxygen he did
draw was exhaled in startled contortions of speech, as his lover reacted,
tensed, or touched him even minutely, when he thought he might explode simply
for the electricity that jolted through him.

His strokes became faster, still long and deep, but with more speed than
before, as if some restraint still existed in him. He buried himself in the
heat and his head in the crook of the Dragon's shoulder, fighting not to lose
this haven as his hips drew back and pounded in again. It came as a briefly
comprehendible thought that this might be uncomfortable for the man beneath
him. He drew back dark hair with fingers not busy clutching in desperation to
hips, teeth and tongue nipping and smoothing around the presented curve of the
ear.

His hand carried trembling digits along the curve of the neck to arouse
the already hardened nub into the dissolute creature he was fast becoming. When
his teasing of the lobe ceased,

guttural… if light moans seeming quieter simply because they were
farther away from the other's eardrum,

…almost gray-crimson eyes, dulled by the awe-inspiring activity and
colored by the contacts he still wore, were surprised to find he'd streaked a
certain amount of dye down the other's chest. It was beginning to stain his
fingers. With slight amusement, but the unobscured shattering of a facade he'd
built, Jouno withdrew from the intimate space just above Dragon's chest, the
words faint from his dry mouth and spreading quieter over moisture-lacking
lips.

He licked them shortly after.

"You're a fraud..", he said, and there was humor in his voice,
though whatever fake familiarity he'd drawn between them in his mind was
immediately gone, so that nearly all concern for his partner dissipated as the
flippancy died. With a soft grunt, he drew the other leg over his shoulder, and
placed both hands firmly on hips, one already scarred with fingernail bites.

He withdrew almost completely so that only the head of his arousal was
inside the other, cock pulsing at the temperature difference. He nearly bit
through his lip trying to pause there, and eventually,

(though it seemed an eternity, it was probably a matter of mere seconds)

…he was thrusting back in, harder and faster then before. All
affectionistic behavior ceased in the wake of his sudden and unexpected anger,
and it was all Jounouchi could do to sit back and watch his animalized body use
Dragon as he'd been offered; as some...tool.

He wouldn't, for the life of him, be able to explain why the rage bubbled
up at this mans total concealment of who he really was, but the passion of hate
consumed him, alighting memories of those who held his loathing.

Seto’s POV.

Of course, at first he was still in a mild grief for adjusting to the
constant intrusion, but he knew what he should be out to find, and the small,
contained whimpers turned into almost bestial moans for the slight adjustment
in his hips.

...He didn't spend all that time studying just to waste it all because
he'd made the mistake of being uke.

Though... he should have expected the other teen to be so rough with him.
He was rough in about everything he did, or blunt, or just plain feisty.

Aha, he could be a bit amused in the fact that whenever he needed to
relieve... stress, in some form or fashion, he could always pick trouble out of
the blond.

...Now, well, it was all coming back in a massive swell of karma that was
leaving him dizzy, and hardly able to recognize the other had said a thing.
Even when his eyes did open, he didn't see anything but white hot, and having
his other leg hoisted into the air left him to tense anew and tighten in every
bit of him from the neck down with a rigid curve coming to his spine.

It was... comical, though, that the ears would keep flapping, almost as
good as a fan were the air not so hot and heavy and stifling him. It was a good
thing he wasn't being kissed, or he would be choking about now to get the air
to his lungs. Aha! And his toes curled!

How could they not, every muscle in him beginning to sear and sting. One
would think swimming twenty hours a week would pay off in something like this,
but that was for stamina, for keeping air in the lungs...

...Not to keep his length from dripping.

Were he more sober, he might have been humiliated with the thought of
attempting to relieve himself, but now that that weight wasn't hanging
over him, he now had to bring enough sensation that didn't tremble him into his
fingers so he could move them.

 ...Compared to other squealing
virgins…

(which would fall into the ravaged-Malik and molesterbated-Yuugi
category)

The next chapter is the last! Thanks to all who stuck it out
this far, and reviewers welcome!