Of Dice and Dragons

Ok guys, my reviewers have spoken.. all the kareoke chapters were going to be individual, but since everyone hated that idea, I decided to trim all the appearences down a little, cut Seto entirely and make them into one giant, slightly limey chapter

Sekura: translation! Get this over with as soon as his humanly possible.

Shut up

Sekura: but have no fear, all the kareoke is over… also, the songs used in this fic in no way represent the musical tastes of the author… he listens to everything… absolutly everything…

(menacingly) Sekura…..

Sekura: ok ok ok! He doesn’t own anything, just review the chapter and read his other stuff…

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Chapter 23 - We Like to Party (If you've got it--flaunt it!)

Yami was feeling the kareoke vibe and whispered somthing into Bakura's ear. About that same time Seto and Otogi decided to wake up and pay attention just as Honda and Anzu left the stage.

"Poor bastard" Otogi mumbled.

"What? Who?" Seto asked, satiated for the moment.

"Honda, did you see what that whore Anzu had him wearing?"

"Actually no. I don't care about guys I'm not sleeping with."

"Thanks, love. Hey, that gives me an idea...." Otogi said, kissing Seto on the nose and quickly leaving the room, trying to find st mst minute way back to his cabin.

Dejected, Seto mingled with his classmates, listening to more than one of them make complete fools of themselves. He had just finished watching Mai sing something really skanky, possibly Genie in a Bottle or something, Seto didn’t know, and Seto didn’t care. The one thing Seto was wondering about was the whereabouts of his lover, Otogi had said he would be right back, but it had already been almost a half an hour. But his thoughts were shorshort when the lights went out completely and a seductive voice came over the speakers, Seto could have sworn it was Otogi, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions and chalked it up to wishful thinking, but that sexy voice continued.

You might've been hurt, babe

That ain't no lie

You've seen them all come and go, oh..

I remember you told me

That it made you believe in

No man, no cry

Maybe that's why

Finally, a silhouetted figure walked on stage, microphone in hand. With every step he took, the mystery singer’s hips swung seductively as he danced sensually in the darkness. Then a second figure appeared and sat himself on a speaker, still in darkness, as he leant his voice to the first singer.

Every little thing I do (ohh...)

Never seems enough for you

You don't wanna lose it again (don't wanna lose it)

But I'm not like them

Baby, when you finally (baby when you finally)

Get to love somebody

Guess what (guess what)

It's gonna be me..


Seto’s mind raced through his entire memory to think who this strange singer was, the silhouette not giving away any characteristics of the person it was hiding. Seto stopped, frozen in his place, the mystical music causing him to stare in awe at the figure before him, the voice smooth, sexnd cnd compassionate, but at the same time, Seto could feel his pain. But when he began again, the pain was gone, leaving only rage and determination as the figure left the stage and started down into the crowd, people parting left and right to allow the figure passage.

You've got no choice, babe

But to move on, and you know

There ain't no time to waste

You're just too blind (too blind), too see

But in the end, ya know it's gonna be me

You can't deny

So just tell me why

(musical interlude)

For a mere shadow, this strange occurance was beginning to affect our dear Seto Kaiba in more ways than one. For starters, he was startin get get very aroused, almost to the point of it being too painful to bear, but perhaps what was more shocking was that he didn’t at all feel guilty that he was having powerful sexual urges being brought upon him by someone other than Otogi.

Even though he could see the other students around him moving out of the way as the performer, Seto was still perpetually frozen where he stood. But when the sensual singer came up to him and started running his hands down Seto’s chest and around his neck, the young CEO almost lost himself in the touches, closing his eyes and starting to purr, his arms encircling the slender waist of his companion. He hadn’t thought his serenade would be sung by someone who was soaking wet, but that only have the contact between them a more intimate feeling. A shiver ran up his spine when the much smaller man leaned Seto’s head down to that he was whispering in Seto’s ear, although the microphone was still projecting everything. Seto couldn’t help but moan as the hot air caressed the skin of his ear, the once southing voice suddenly becoming confident and powerful, the kind only belonging to one person Seto knew…


There comes a day

When I'll be the one, you'll see..

It's gonna-gonna-gonna-gonna-gonna

It's gonna be me

The room’s lights suddenly illuminated the hall, and a shocked class looked upon none other than the two haughtiest people they knew, practically curled up in each other’s arms. Seto stared down in shock, unable to move as Yami sung the last chorus of his song. Cereulean eyes blinked rapidly, trying to understand the situation, how could Yami have surprised him? The answer was so simple, Seto almost smacked himself for not figuring it out sooner. Yami was soaked, meaning his all too characteristic hair was unable to maintain its normal style and hung down straight near the Pharaoh’s shoulders and he was only half dressed, wearing a pair of leather pants which were too tight for even his own good. Seto wasn’t sure what to do at the moment, the monarch still in his arms, but it all became clear when Yami grabbed both sides of Seto’s face and brought hiwn twn to capture his lips in a fiery, albeit one-sided kiss. Seto immediately retaliated, pushing the petite Pharaoh out of his embrace and slapping him for all this frame would allow, a mixture of shock and hatred on his aquiline features.

Meanwhile, Otogi had just walked in to witness this exchange and was pretty much dead set on killing Yami himself, but decided to forgo it, having more important things to. Unseen by anyone, he crept backstage for his turn with the micone,one, watching Yami retreat into the crowd to find Bakura and the rest of his clothes, and Seto try to regain any trace of his sanity.

‘Well, this is an interesting turn of events.’ Yami thought to himself, ‘So, he still wants me… Just wait, Seto, you’ll get more of me than you can handle!’

* * *


Seto cursed himself for behaving like such an idiot. Somehow, at some time, Yami was going to pay for that little stunt and pay dearly. He walked into the bathroom as the next song started and splashed cold water on his face. How could he have possibly been so stupid? But more importantly, how had Yami been able to arouse him so much from a single touch? The more contact he got with the spirit, the more Seto wanted to reach out and strangle that pretty little neck of his. By the time Seto walked back into the main room, the sight which greeted him shocked him more than he could imagine and excited him almost just as much. Again he kicked himself, but this time it was because he had left while his angel was putting on a little show for him.

Because there, on the stage, was Otogi singing a rather provocative little song. But that’s not what made Seto so damned hard, but rather that Otogi was dressed in a rather revealing black formfitting outfit, a tight sheer black shirt covering the toned muscles of his chest and simple tight black leather pants. At least at first glance they appeared simple, but what they didn’t show so obviously was the white and blue dragon coiled around his left leg from is ankle to around mid-thigh. The dragon was hidden under the new, white trench coat Otogi wore, the Kaiba Corporation emblem blazing under the lights for everyone to see. Seto could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, watching his lover grab a hold of one of the poles used to mount one of the speakers and swing himself around it before leaping to land crouching on the floor. Rocking back on his haunches, he made sure to be slow and deliberate when he drew his hand from his shoulder, over his chest and abs, over the definete bulge in his pants, down his thighs and all the way back up, sexually enough to have every guy in the room trying to avoid spilling themselves right then and there.

I knomay may come off quiet, I may come off shy.

But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.

What’s practical, what’s logical… What the hell, who cares?

All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there.

Otogi picked himself off the ground and also started mingling into the crowd, much as Yami had done before. Only the difference was that the seas of students had parted for the Pharaoh, but none could move as Otogi sauntered down the stairs. But the raven man seemed to make the most of his situation, mock flirting with every man who crossed his path.

I’m a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.

I’m a slave for you. I won’t deny it; I’m not trying to hide it.

Seto couldn’t help it as a growl was torn from his throat every time his lover would throw his arms around the neck of another one of his classmates and sway his hips as only he knew how as the pair would dance to a few seconds of the song. But nothing but shock registered on his features as Otogi even sank to the level of dancing with Yami, pressing his back to the other’s chest and sensually sliding up and down the Pharaoh’s lithe form, practically tearing a growl from Yami himself. But finally, Otogi made his way and found Seto, wrapping his arms around the CEO and grinding into his hips. The other students quickly felt the raw energy of the passion between the exhibitionist and his partner, parting to allow them enough room to dance together and still letting all the students watch.

Otogi’s raw sexuality eminated through the room as he wrapped his leg around Seto’s slim waist, exposing his dragon (the one on his pants, you hentais!) in all its glory and kept riding his lover and singing the song even though he was panting heavily.

Baby, don’t you wanna, dance upon me,

To another time and place.

Baby, don’t you wanna, dance upon me,

Leaving behind my name, my age.

(musical interlude)

Both men could hear the cat calls and hollering of their classmates, but none of it was able to tearm frm from this little piece of heaven they found with one another. Otogi continued to make overly sexual gestures towards Seto, such as sliding himself down Seto’s entire body and tracing every single one of the brunette’s muscles with his nose, even nuzzling his groin. Normally Seto was not this outgoing in public, especially when it came to his own personal relationships, but when he heard some of his classmates in the background saying how fun it would be to pounce on Otogi and screw his brains out, something deep within him snapped. He wrapped on arm securely around Otogi’s waist, cupped his face in his hand, and bent down to capture his lover’s lips in a deep, hot, sensual kiss, his one hand moving down to firmly grab Otogi’s ass, as if to demonstrate his possession of the emerald eyed exhibitionist. The second their lips met, the entire room immediately silenced and even the music stopped.

Otogi was initially taken aback by Seto’s forwardness, but promptly melted into his lover’s body and responded avidly to the kiss, granting entrance to his koi without even having to have been asked for it. As the two lovers ground into each other, someone finally started cheering which shook both men out of their reverie, and as Seto reluctantly pulled away from his koi a bright red blush covering his cheeks, Otogi threw his head back to sing the last line of the song…


Yeah, Like that.

Seto then grabbed i’s i’s hand and led him from the room, he was going to spend a romantic evening with his beloved and there was not a damned thing the school, his teachers, or his classmates could do about it.

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As Bakura stepped up to the mic, the crowd roared, anything had to be better than what they had just seen with Anzu, but the sheer sex which emanated from both Yami and Otogi would be a tough act to follow. Although he may have been a little apprehensive before, his fears were gone and he was ready to party. Musing to himself, he wondered if the crowd was so happy because Anzu was gone, or because Bakura was standing up there, hair more disheveled than normal, light white pants, and a white silk shirt hanging open on his body…

"Well, hey guys. Now I know it says I’m supposed to be singing a song called ‘I’ll Do Anything’, but the way I see it is that nobody else is following any sort of order, so why the hell should I?"

The music started and the loud bass shook everything to the point of stuff falling down. Thanks to him kick-ass, highly desireable yami powers, Bakura made all the lights flash double-time with the beat of the song, much like a strobe light would. Finally the words came on:

"You’re cynical and beautiful, you always make a scene, you’re monochrome delrious, you’re nothing that you seem, I’m drowning in your vanity, your laugh is a disease, you’re dirty and you’re sweet, you know you’re everything to me.’

Bakura stands casually on the stage singing, his eyes meet those of every homosexual man in the room. But of course, his words are only meant for one… The lights go really bright as the guitar kicks in after the verse.

‘Everything you are, falls from the sky like a star, everything you are, whatever ever you are…’

‘I wanna kick at the machine, that made you piss away your dreams, tear down your defenses, till there’s nothing there but me, you’re angry when you’re beautiful, your love is such a tease, I’m drowning in your dizzy noise, I want to feel you scream’

He moves over to the front speaker and sings while casually leaning on the black plastic. But when he says that ‘you’re angry when you’re beautiful’, he turns around and lies on the speaker seductively. The next two verses are of Bakura singing into the microphone with one hand and caressing himself with the other, and everybody can see everything. Right after the last line of the verse, he arches up as if in orgasm as the guitar comes in again.

‘Everything you are, falls from the sky like a star, everything you are, whatever ever you are…’

He gets off the speaker and walks into the crowd, seeking out one person in particular.

(musical interlude)

Once he found Yami, about half way through the crowd, Bakura wasted no time in backing the former Pharaoh up against a wall. He grabbed both of Yami’s wrists and pinned them against the wall above their heads, attacking Yami’s lips with his own, happy that he could dominate completely for once instead of being Yami’s faithful servant. He didn’t ask for entrance, but he bit down harshly on Yami’s lip and demanded entrance, intertwining Yami’s tongue with his own. Nothing was stopping him from grinding his hips into the excited former monarch. As much as the other spirit tried to fight back, Bakura’s strength won out and Yami was forced to enjoy himself. Not a difficult task when Bakura took both of Yami’s wrists in one hand and shoved the other hand right into Yami’s pants to give the Pharaoh’s definite erection a good hand job. The crowd was loving this, especially when Yami screamed and came into his own pants because Bakura had withdrawn both his hand and his mouth about half a second earlier. As for the Tomb Robber, he looked over his shoulder and gave Yami a suggestive wink before heading back to the stage, strobe lights giving the whole show quite the appearance.

‘Everything you are, falls from the sky like a star, everything you are, whatever ever you are…’

‘Everything you are,whatever ever you are… whatever ever you are… whatever ever you are’

During these last two lines, Bakura ends off with the loving casual singing again. Making sure to look everyone in the eye at least once, lingering over Yami for a little longer than necessary. For the last line, Bakura made it sound as sensual as possible as the music ended and the lights went black. Suddenly there was a roar from the crowd who not onikediked the voice and the song, but also got to see Yami and Bakura—or Yugi and Ryou for all they knew, going at it. Hot stuff, indeed.

During the applause, Bakura closed his eyes momentarily and when he opened them again, he had lost sight of Yami. That is, until Yami came up from behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door, leading to the room they "shared" with Otogi. Translation, Otogi had… walked in on the two spirits and now was rooming with Seto… who was all but rooming with the teachers. Life was good.

Back in their room, Yami was furious. Really turned on, but furious. The second they walked into the room, the enraged Pharaoh acted with unparalleled speed as, before Bakura knew it, a pair of handcuffs were strapped on him and he was chained to the pipe running up the wall from an exterior wall mounted air conditioning system. Then Yami pounced and stripped him with unrivaled zeal, practically tearing off his pants and actually tearing off his shirt. Bakura could only wimper as both his legs were tied tightly to each of the room’s two beds, resulting in him being wide open to any and all of Yami’s desires.

Which were a little more sadistic than usual as he brought out a thick leather, silver studded collar with a long silver chain attatched to it and secured it very tightly around the thief’s neck and kept the chain in his hand, giving it a little tug every now and again, just to make sure Bakura knew who was boss in this operation. He moved over to the bed and stripped himself down before rummaging through his bag and producing a thick leather riding crop, cracking it a few times and deciding against it, setting it back on the beg and going back to the bag. Not moment later, Yami pulled something out of his bag and seemed much more content with it, Bakura couldn’t help but wince when he realized it was simply a different kind of whip, a longer one like those used in ancient Egyptian chariot races.

"Well now slave, I suppose this wieacheach you for making a fool of me in a public place." Yami said, eagerly cracking the whip harshly across Bakura’s exposed chest and abs relentlessly. Not even his semi-awakened arousal was immune from this torture, he couldn’t even cry out because the choker around his neck was too tight. With every crack of the whip across his ivory skin, Bakura tried to curl into a little protective ball, but was unable to due to his restraints, and coughed up blood every time Yami yanked on the chain attached to his neck.

The next whip crack, which was conveniently placed right on Bakura’s groin, tore a scream from the former Tomb Robber. Yami took full advantage of his and pulled on the chain, thrusting his own neglected arousal into Bakura’s wide open mouth, forcing him to suck. When Bakura initially refused, Yami turned the location for his whipping to the yet untouched skin on Bakura’s back as he continued to thrust into Bakura. Finally, he realized it was futile to fight with Yami, for he was obviously the one in control and relaxed his throat to accommodate all of Yami. A few more cracks of the whip and thrusts into his lover and Yami came violently, creating a giant mess, as Bakura was unable to deal with the amount of liquid shot into his mouth with all the gentleness of a shotgun. Yami got up and promptly got dressed, leaving the cabin, likely to go find some trouble to get into. Meanwhile, Bakura was left, naked and violated on the floor of the cabin, still handcuffed and chained to await his master’s return.

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Sekura: there, that wasn’t so bad…

Right, damn Yami is a jerk

Sekura: so yeah, next chapter, expect more goddamn fluff than you can stand.

Hee hee… and?

Sekura: urg… fine! And go read Phantom’s other fic… ever wonder what would have happened had OD&D never existed? Well, read his fic about chocolate or something… it’s good… or so I’ve been told…

SEKURA!

Sekura: ok ok ok…. It’s good!