Temptation Waits
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,818
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,818
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cinderfella?
Marik: Well Ryu called us back to do the disclaimer. She hated doing it herself.
Seto: So here we are. To Say ONCE AGAIN - She doesn't own us, or the show. We're merely on loan.
Marik: Right. So this story is obviously yaoi. Main pairing is Bakura/Jou but she might throw in some Seto/Jou if the story allows, and it just might. ^^;
Seto: ...Good. Oh By The Way, Reviews Are LOVED! Review! ^^ Thanks to those who have reviewed!
Marik: OH! And One More Thing. We Apologize for the short chapters. Ryu writes in "Bursts" so...Yah.
Temptation Waits
Chapter 2; Cinderfella?
Jou yearned to know who the strong stranger behind him was. Wanted to see the face of he man who was pressing his larger body into his like, they were a puzzle piece made to be put together. Still though, the little bit of mystery was adding to turn him on.
Bakura wanted to take the other with him. Leave the club, and lay him down. Mark him, like he was marking another piece of his property, so all could see that he belonged to Bakura, and if they touched him, they’d pay. However, he kept himself calm, allowed himself this dance.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips over Jounouchi exposed neck, and felt the Goosebumps that rose on that soft skin. He wondered vaguely if the boy was that soft everywhere. He ached to know, to feel out the plains of skin, under the pieces of fabric, Jou called ‘clothes’. Inhaling the scent of the smaller, Bakura growled in his throat, he was becoming inpatient, and the erection he was sporting through his leather club pants, wasn’t helping. He shuddered every time Jou’s body pushed against his front, it sent tingles coursing through his body, it was pure torture, and he loved it.
Jounouchi was so engrossed in dancing with the other; he didn’t even think about the time, and when he did finally take a moment to look at the time he felt like Cinderella. He stopped his motion which, alerted Bakura. Bakura frowned at the loss of the boy’s movement and heard the boy half shout that he had to leave. Bakura tried to call out the others name, but was drowned out by the music as Jounouchi ran for the door.
Jounouchi stopped reaching the door, and Bakura thought for a moment he was going to look back. To see who he’d been dancing with, and Jounouchi would have saw Bakura, had he not slipped away, through the crowd to keep his identity hidden. Jounouchi felt disappointment, but forced himself to leave the club. It was going on 5 in the AM. How long had he been dancing? He asked himself as he ran down the sidewalk. He had to work at 8. Kaiba would be upset if he were late, especially if he knew he’d been out clubbing. Kaiba would really have a field day with that one. Jounouchi could hear it now, “Out mutt? Out dancing? You Dance?!” Then he heard that harsh laugh, the one that could wake the dead.
Shaking off the feeling of dread, he reached his apartment and quickly prepared himself for work. He could stop and get some coffee and he should be okay for the rest of the day. No more late night clubbing for him, he told himself. His thoughts wandered back to the stranger. A sigh left his pink lips, as he straightened his tie.
Then as his thoughts got deeper, a pink tinge stained his cheeks. He remembered slightly, feeling something poking him in the back. Yeah he knew the stranger was male, and he knew he was gay, so it was okay. It was just different. No other man had ever expressed an interest in him except Tristan, and …he wasn’t going there. Never.
Another soft sigh, and then it was time for the ride to work. Hearing the familiar horn, he grabbed his clipboard and briefcase and headed out to the waiting limo. Blue eyes watched him from the inside with a small smirk on his face, the mutt looked dead today. Oh, How fun today would be for the CEO.
Seto: So here we are. To Say ONCE AGAIN - She doesn't own us, or the show. We're merely on loan.
Marik: Right. So this story is obviously yaoi. Main pairing is Bakura/Jou but she might throw in some Seto/Jou if the story allows, and it just might. ^^;
Seto: ...Good. Oh By The Way, Reviews Are LOVED! Review! ^^ Thanks to those who have reviewed!
Marik: OH! And One More Thing. We Apologize for the short chapters. Ryu writes in "Bursts" so...Yah.
Temptation Waits
Chapter 2; Cinderfella?
Jou yearned to know who the strong stranger behind him was. Wanted to see the face of he man who was pressing his larger body into his like, they were a puzzle piece made to be put together. Still though, the little bit of mystery was adding to turn him on.
Bakura wanted to take the other with him. Leave the club, and lay him down. Mark him, like he was marking another piece of his property, so all could see that he belonged to Bakura, and if they touched him, they’d pay. However, he kept himself calm, allowed himself this dance.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips over Jounouchi exposed neck, and felt the Goosebumps that rose on that soft skin. He wondered vaguely if the boy was that soft everywhere. He ached to know, to feel out the plains of skin, under the pieces of fabric, Jou called ‘clothes’. Inhaling the scent of the smaller, Bakura growled in his throat, he was becoming inpatient, and the erection he was sporting through his leather club pants, wasn’t helping. He shuddered every time Jou’s body pushed against his front, it sent tingles coursing through his body, it was pure torture, and he loved it.
Jounouchi was so engrossed in dancing with the other; he didn’t even think about the time, and when he did finally take a moment to look at the time he felt like Cinderella. He stopped his motion which, alerted Bakura. Bakura frowned at the loss of the boy’s movement and heard the boy half shout that he had to leave. Bakura tried to call out the others name, but was drowned out by the music as Jounouchi ran for the door.
Jounouchi stopped reaching the door, and Bakura thought for a moment he was going to look back. To see who he’d been dancing with, and Jounouchi would have saw Bakura, had he not slipped away, through the crowd to keep his identity hidden. Jounouchi felt disappointment, but forced himself to leave the club. It was going on 5 in the AM. How long had he been dancing? He asked himself as he ran down the sidewalk. He had to work at 8. Kaiba would be upset if he were late, especially if he knew he’d been out clubbing. Kaiba would really have a field day with that one. Jounouchi could hear it now, “Out mutt? Out dancing? You Dance?!” Then he heard that harsh laugh, the one that could wake the dead.
Shaking off the feeling of dread, he reached his apartment and quickly prepared himself for work. He could stop and get some coffee and he should be okay for the rest of the day. No more late night clubbing for him, he told himself. His thoughts wandered back to the stranger. A sigh left his pink lips, as he straightened his tie.
Then as his thoughts got deeper, a pink tinge stained his cheeks. He remembered slightly, feeling something poking him in the back. Yeah he knew the stranger was male, and he knew he was gay, so it was okay. It was just different. No other man had ever expressed an interest in him except Tristan, and …he wasn’t going there. Never.
Another soft sigh, and then it was time for the ride to work. Hearing the familiar horn, he grabbed his clipboard and briefcase and headed out to the waiting limo. Blue eyes watched him from the inside with a small smirk on his face, the mutt looked dead today. Oh, How fun today would be for the CEO.