Bad Dog!!

This is a One-shot, it will remain a One-shot. (maybe)

Disclaimer: After all the work I have put into creating these alternate lines for them, I really should own Yu gi oh!, but alas, I don’t even own enough paper to print out my fanfictions. *Sigh *

How did Ryuuji and Jou resolve their differences over that whole “Dog Suit” incident?

Bad Dog

Otogi Ryuuji was angry. He was angry and frustrated.
Thanks to that little pipsqueak, he had lost a duel of his own game and the chance to humiliate the Mutt!
As he stormed through the halls, his barely restrained temper flowed over his body like a second skin.
He needed to get to his private room so that he could have the full out temper tantrum that was even now boiling just below the surface.
Finally arriving, he slammed and locked door before turning around to decide just what he could throw first. He scanned the room, starting at the low futon couch and table with a vase of a dozen yellow roses. They might do.
Next he looked at the dressing table with his assorted combs, brushes and clips for his hair, and five different tubes of black eye liner for obvious purposes. They would clatter nicely.
Past this was his changing screen, covered with clothing draped over it like a waterfall, no noise but a lovely display of anger with them tossed everywhere.
All that was left was the mini bar, and he was not angry enough to throw bottles of his favorite drinks.
Just as he was deciding on the order of his hissy fit, something moved.
Otogi looked back toward the screen to see someone step out from behind it, decked out in the same brown suit and leaning against the screen, posed and . . . .sexy.
“Jounouchi, what are you doing here?” he asked.
“I got a question for you, Otogi. “Jou said, pushing up and walking closer. “Do I really remind of a dog, Otogi? And am I a mean guard dog or a big cuddly dog that you just want to pet?”
Otogi swallowed, hard.
If Jou suspected . . . no, he couldn’t. “I’ve already told you. . . you’re a mutt.” he said, taking a step back.
“Ah, but Ryuuji, what kind of mutt?” Jou asked moving closer. “A loveable stray or a vicious pack animal?”
When Otogi’s back hit the door, his panic overcame his earlier anger and now he wanted to throw something, but in self-protection.
“What do you want me to say, Jounouchi?” Ryuuji asked.
Jou put his hand on the door beside Otogi’s head and pulled the hood of the costume off before collecting the diceman’s ponytail in his hand and sliding his fingers down the length of it. When he reached the ends, he pulled it to his face and sniffed the tips. “Mmmm,” he hummed across the strands. “Call me Jou,” he said dropping the hair and looking directly into Ryuuji’s eyes. “Or do you have a ‘pet’ name that you’d prefer?”
“Jou is fine. Unless you like being called Mutt.” Ryuuji said.
“Mmmm, no. How about Puppy? If it were reversed, I’d call you Duke.” Jou said, rubbing the back of his fingers over Ryuuji’s jaw.
“You would?” Otogi squeaked.
“Yeah and I’d get you a much better costume.” The blond said, looking down for a moment. “Something in black suede and form fitting. Open at the chest and just ears with no hood . . . sexy.”
“Sexy?” Ryuuji said, his squeak even higher pitched.
“Yeah, sexy. Just like you, Ryuuji. Can I tell you a secret?” Jou asked leaning so close that his heat flowed into Ryuuji’s skin.
The dice man nodded, quickly, his throat too dry to answer.
“I don’t really mind the dog suit. I just wish it were more private. . .just us two.” Jou said, shifting his knee forward between Otogi’s thighs.
“Private?” Ryuuji asked, his mind unfocused by the sensations of Jou’s proximity.
“Yeah,” Jou said, his lips near Ryuuji’s ear and his breath flowing across the long neck below it. “Our little secret, just you and your Puppy.”
“Puppy . . .” Ryuuji breathed out.
“Yes, Puppy.” Jou said pulling back and pressing his lips to those of the dice master.
Ryuuji gasped at the touch and as his lips parted, his mouth was invaded by a firm push of Jou’s tongue entering and exploring, mapping out all the terrain and claiming it as his own.
It never occurred to the dark haired teen to fight, to claim his dominance. He was a willing partner as his lust-fogged mind told him that if he fought this he was a fool.
Jou released his lips with a soundless peck and looked deep into his eyes. “Your Puppy wants you, Ryuuji. Does Duke want his puppy, too?” Jou asked pushing closer to find his thigh against a very hard part of his prey. “Oh, I think he does. Mmmmm, I like that.”
Ryuuji felt the pressure on his organ and subconsciously bucked into it, enjoying the feeling of his length pressed into Jou’s leg. His mind filled in the blanks of what was happening and he needed a reassurance.
“And you, Puppy? Do you really want me?” he asked letting his hand rise till his palm cupped the area of the costume that covered Jou’s bulging crotch. “Oh, Gods!” he said when he felt the organ’s dimensions.
Jou snickered lightly as he felt the touch, then while placing wet sucking kisses along the exposed neck before him, he answered. “That. . . .would . . . be . . a . . . yes. . . don’t . . .you . . think?” then moving to the other side, while sliding a hand up the dark teens shirt, he added. “I . . .want . . . to . . . take . . you . . Doggy style.”
“Oh, Shit!” Ryuuji responded as the last word was punctuated by a pinch to his nipple and a bite to the juncture of his shoulder and neck. “My puppy has teeth.” He said reaching up and grabbing both sides of Jou’s face. “Bad Dog.” He added.
Jou smiled and licked his lips before snapping his teeth together in a mock bite.
“My training is incomplete,” the blond complained.
“Well, we can rectify that,” Ryuuji said, becoming suddenly bold. “I think I hate this costume. Take it off.” He ordered.
Jou smiled widely before stepping back and unzipping the front of the dog suit.
Ryuuji suddenly felt cold at the loss of contact but flushed with heat when the dog suit fell and he was faced with a naked and aroused Jounouchi Katsuya. “Jou . . . “ he whispered, all earlier boldness leaking out rapidly.
“I thought you were going to call me Puppy?” Jou asked stepping out of the pool of cloth and reaching his hands out to push the vest off the gaping teen. “But, no matter, you can call me whatever you want.”
As Jou spoke he pulled Ryuuji from the door and into the middle of the room, shedding clothes as they went. Soon, he was standing in front of the futon in just his pants and headband.
Jou dropped to his knees, pulling open the black leather and peeling it away from the bloated tool of the dice master.
Ryuuji sighed in relief as the tight fabric gave released his organ, but this changed to a gasp of surprise when the extremity was sucked into the warm depths of Jou’s mouth. “Ahh! Puppy!” he cried as the blond rolled his tongue around the tip and pulled back to release it with a ‘pop’, all the while pushing the leather pants farther down the long thin legs of the brunet.
Jou licked at the slit on the end as he looked up. “Never knew you went commando.” He said, before he wrapped his lips around the head, teasing the ridge with his talented tongue.
The blond’s hand rose to Ryuuji’s shoulder and two fingers slip past his lips, rubbing his tongue in demand.
Ryuuji sucked on the fingers in much the way Jou was sucking on his dick, coating the digits with saliva and getting off on it. His own hands had moved to Jou’s shoulders, when the blond’s actions had caused his knees to buckle.
Pulling off of the organ in his mouth as he removed his fingers, Jou rolled Ryuuji onto the futon, positioning the brunet on his knees with his hands on the back and his ass in the air.
Jou returned to his knees, massaging the twin globes before pulling them apart and exposing his goal.
“Oh, Gods!” Ryuuji said as Jou’s tongue stroked his hole and left a cool trail of spit. Jou blew lightly on it before, again, pressing his mouth to the flesh and tonguing it mercilessly, as Ryuuji writhed against the couch. “Oh, Shit! . . . Ahh, Fuck! . . Jou, More. . Please, More!” and the blond shoved his tongue deep bringing a cry and a gasp from the brunet. Then, he pumped that tongue in and out, punctuating each thrust with a flat-handed slap to one of the dice man’s ass cheeks. “Ahhh, Yess!!” Ryuuji cried.
After one final tonguing, Jou pulled away and was rewarded by a pathetic sound.
“Just relax, Duke. We aren’t done yet.” Jou said and Ryuuuji felt something new press against him, pushing in and pumping in an imitation of future events. “One more, Duke?” Jou asked as he added another finger and continued the sweet torture.
By three fingers, Ryuuji was rocking back and forth with the movements and whimpering softly.
“I think we are ready,” Jou said pulling his hand free and pecking the reddened pucker once more. “Relax and hang on.” He said as he presented his dick to the prepared opening. The blunt end pushed in and Ryuuji cried out. As the head passed and his muscles clamped down, Ryuuji growled.
“Oh, Gods! So fucking tight!” Jou groaned as he continued his slow entrance.
The feeling of his bowels filling was an all encompassing thing as Ryuuji’s body was penetrated from behind and when the tickle of Jou’s pubic hairs reached him, he was panting from the overload of it.
“Ahh, that’s so fucking good!” Jou cried as he began moving in the tight confines of the brunet’s ass, speeding up as he worked to his and Ryuuji’s completion.
Friction making heat and heat making them both sweat.

Blocks away from the dressing room, cool blue eyes watched a monitor in a private office. A direct feed from the hidden camera he’d arranged to be placed in his rival’s sanctuary.
As the pair reached orgasm, a smile that looked more like a smirk creased the handsome brunet’s face. “Mutt, you are a Bad Dog!” he said to the blond on the screen.
“Good boy,” he whispered.

I don't know how I do this, it started with a comment by a reviewer and my brain rolled this out. Sorry, it was pointless, I know.

Oh, I hate when people edit next-to-nothing on a story or series of stories, only to bring them back to the top of the page, and now here I am doing something like that.
But, in my defense, I think that three stories from 2004 should be below my little one-shot, here.
Do you disagree?