How to Shoot a Combo
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How to Shoot a Combo
Title: How to Shoot a Combo
Author: Mishiko Shinsei
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Seto/Jou
Beta: Daisey
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in Yu-gi-Oh, just the cracked-out stories I write about them.
Summary: After four months apart, Jou had several presents to give his love and he saved the best for last.
“…S-U-Y-A,” he whispered to himself as he finished up, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but admire the dramatic font he’d created as part of his senior project.
“Hah! Who knew that my Graphic Arts degree would come in handy fah this.” He smiled sardonically.
Popping open the switchblade he’d carried since middle school, he put three neat punctures in each of the high performance tires. Retrieving the can of white acrylic paint from the ground behind him, he topped his tire art with one letter on each of the custom, chrome rims.
“S-E-T-O,” he snarled as he made his way around the car.
He’d chosen the winter white to emphasize the car’s navy blue exterior, as well as to complement the royal blue paint he’d used to emblazon his name on the driver’s side of the two day old Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren.
For the black leather interior, he’d decided on a bright crimson in deference to Yami’s eyes, since the ex-spirit had been the only one to believe him when he’d first suspected that his Dragon was straying. It had been damned difficult to draw the Winged Dragon of Ra on the passenger seat, even with a stencil, but he’d loved the end result.
“Now for the tête de bielle,” he sneered using a phrase Seto had taught him on their third date over five years ago. “He won’t be too happy that he taught me ‘the language of love’ now,” he quipped, whipping out a can of bright yellow paint and writing ‘Fuck you! You cheating bastard!’ in flawless French on the gleaming hood.
Stowing all of the art supplies he’d brought with him into his backpack, he prepared to take the elevator back up to the second level where he’d parked, but not before leaving one more present for the CEO.
Using the hammer he’d brought just for the occasion, he carefully smashed the headlights.
He’d have to remember to thank Yams later; that ‘Blend into the shadows’ spell had made it easy to catch his dragon in the act.
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Driving back to the mansion in the Aston Martin DB9 that his now former love had given him two Christmases prior, he couldn’t help but remember how overjoyed he’d been when Seto had gotten home three weeks ago. Remembering their first night together after so long, he couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks.
Four months. Seto had been in the States for four long months. Jou had nearly gone crazy missing his koi. It hadn’t helped that Seto’s assistant, an American named Jolene something, had kept Jou informed of Seto’s every indiscretion. Though it had hurt him to find out about the many trysts Seto had had, Jou was grateful for the information.
He’d been desperate to see Seto, and had clung to him like a lovesick school girl as soon as the brunette had walked in the door. His koi had held him just as tightly, and Jou had managed to convince himself, if only for a while, that he hadn’t known about that guy in San Francisco, or the woman in Dallas, or that couple in LA, or the four of five other encounters Jolene had told him about.
For a little while, all he’d cared about was the way Seto’s tongue had danced across his shoulder and up his neck before dominating him thoroughly in a heated kiss.
They’d left the bags in the foyer, Jou practically dragging his Dragon up to their room. Seto had started stripping him right there against the front door, but Jou had known that Mokuba had company over and it would have probably traumatized the girl to see them going at it on the smooth hardwood floor.
Not to mention that the bed was much more comfortable.
As it was, they’d barely made it into their room before Seto had finished stripping him, pushed him down to the floor, and swallowed his arousal in one move. Jou remembered his breath and heart stopping for a moment before he’d slipped his hands into silky chestnut tresses and rode out probably the quickest orgasm he’d ever had in his life.
He’d barely begun to start breathing again when Seto had lifted his legs and had begun nipping at the firm flesh of his behind, causing a ripple of pleasure to course through Jou’s body. Trembling uncontrollably, he’d felt himself begin to harden again. And then Seto had nearly sent him over the edge by thrusting his talented tongue into Jou’s ass.
Jou had clenched his fists into the thick carpet, panting harshly. Seto had always known how to make him crazy, almost from day one. A whine of disappointment tinged with desire had left him when Seto had stopped his rim job after a few more minutes and had stood, pulling Jou with him. In record time, they’d both been on the bed, naked. Jou had been on his knees with his ass in the air and Seto had been kneeling behind him, teasing him mercilessly with three lubed fingers sliding slowly in and out, flicking at his prostate and making him want to scream.
“D-Dragon, p-please,” he’d forced out, panting heavily.
But his Dragon hadn’t responded. He never replied until he felt like it, which always made Jou even hotter.
“P-please, Baby.” Jou couldn’t have taken much more. It had been much too long for him to have had any kind of stamina or patience. Perhaps Seto had realized that, and that had been why he’d ended their game far sooner than he would have normally. The brunette had then seated himself in the middle of their king-sized bed and had beckoned. Jou had climbed into his beloved’s lap and had slowly impaled himself on Seto’s lube-slicked cock.
Jou remembered being more in love with Seto at that moment than he’d ever thought possible as he’d ridden his lover’s shaft to a second climax, feeling Seto’s warm seed filling him moments later as they’d kissed languidly. After a quick clean up, they’d fallen asleep whispering to each other of their eternal love and devotion.
But that had been then.
Three days later, Jou had caught the owner of his heart in the apartment complex he’d just left with a blonde man - the head of a recently acquired software company. He’d started secretly moving in with his friend Yami the next day.
Pulling up to what he now considered his former home, Jou flipped open his cell and told Yami to pick him up. His heart might be broken, but if there was one thing he’d learned from his ex-lover besides French, it was when to cut his losses and move on. And at least he’d be able to, he thought with a smirk. Seto’s Mercedes, on the other hand, wasn’t going anywhere soon.
Author: Mishiko Shinsei
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Seto/Jou
Beta: Daisey
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in Yu-gi-Oh, just the cracked-out stories I write about them.
Summary: After four months apart, Jou had several presents to give his love and he saved the best for last.
“…S-U-Y-A,” he whispered to himself as he finished up, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but admire the dramatic font he’d created as part of his senior project.
“Hah! Who knew that my Graphic Arts degree would come in handy fah this.” He smiled sardonically.
Popping open the switchblade he’d carried since middle school, he put three neat punctures in each of the high performance tires. Retrieving the can of white acrylic paint from the ground behind him, he topped his tire art with one letter on each of the custom, chrome rims.
“S-E-T-O,” he snarled as he made his way around the car.
He’d chosen the winter white to emphasize the car’s navy blue exterior, as well as to complement the royal blue paint he’d used to emblazon his name on the driver’s side of the two day old Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren.
For the black leather interior, he’d decided on a bright crimson in deference to Yami’s eyes, since the ex-spirit had been the only one to believe him when he’d first suspected that his Dragon was straying. It had been damned difficult to draw the Winged Dragon of Ra on the passenger seat, even with a stencil, but he’d loved the end result.
“Now for the tête de bielle,” he sneered using a phrase Seto had taught him on their third date over five years ago. “He won’t be too happy that he taught me ‘the language of love’ now,” he quipped, whipping out a can of bright yellow paint and writing ‘Fuck you! You cheating bastard!’ in flawless French on the gleaming hood.
Stowing all of the art supplies he’d brought with him into his backpack, he prepared to take the elevator back up to the second level where he’d parked, but not before leaving one more present for the CEO.
Using the hammer he’d brought just for the occasion, he carefully smashed the headlights.
He’d have to remember to thank Yams later; that ‘Blend into the shadows’ spell had made it easy to catch his dragon in the act.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Driving back to the mansion in the Aston Martin DB9 that his now former love had given him two Christmases prior, he couldn’t help but remember how overjoyed he’d been when Seto had gotten home three weeks ago. Remembering their first night together after so long, he couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks.
Four months. Seto had been in the States for four long months. Jou had nearly gone crazy missing his koi. It hadn’t helped that Seto’s assistant, an American named Jolene something, had kept Jou informed of Seto’s every indiscretion. Though it had hurt him to find out about the many trysts Seto had had, Jou was grateful for the information.
He’d been desperate to see Seto, and had clung to him like a lovesick school girl as soon as the brunette had walked in the door. His koi had held him just as tightly, and Jou had managed to convince himself, if only for a while, that he hadn’t known about that guy in San Francisco, or the woman in Dallas, or that couple in LA, or the four of five other encounters Jolene had told him about.
For a little while, all he’d cared about was the way Seto’s tongue had danced across his shoulder and up his neck before dominating him thoroughly in a heated kiss.
They’d left the bags in the foyer, Jou practically dragging his Dragon up to their room. Seto had started stripping him right there against the front door, but Jou had known that Mokuba had company over and it would have probably traumatized the girl to see them going at it on the smooth hardwood floor.
Not to mention that the bed was much more comfortable.
As it was, they’d barely made it into their room before Seto had finished stripping him, pushed him down to the floor, and swallowed his arousal in one move. Jou remembered his breath and heart stopping for a moment before he’d slipped his hands into silky chestnut tresses and rode out probably the quickest orgasm he’d ever had in his life.
He’d barely begun to start breathing again when Seto had lifted his legs and had begun nipping at the firm flesh of his behind, causing a ripple of pleasure to course through Jou’s body. Trembling uncontrollably, he’d felt himself begin to harden again. And then Seto had nearly sent him over the edge by thrusting his talented tongue into Jou’s ass.
Jou had clenched his fists into the thick carpet, panting harshly. Seto had always known how to make him crazy, almost from day one. A whine of disappointment tinged with desire had left him when Seto had stopped his rim job after a few more minutes and had stood, pulling Jou with him. In record time, they’d both been on the bed, naked. Jou had been on his knees with his ass in the air and Seto had been kneeling behind him, teasing him mercilessly with three lubed fingers sliding slowly in and out, flicking at his prostate and making him want to scream.
“D-Dragon, p-please,” he’d forced out, panting heavily.
But his Dragon hadn’t responded. He never replied until he felt like it, which always made Jou even hotter.
“P-please, Baby.” Jou couldn’t have taken much more. It had been much too long for him to have had any kind of stamina or patience. Perhaps Seto had realized that, and that had been why he’d ended their game far sooner than he would have normally. The brunette had then seated himself in the middle of their king-sized bed and had beckoned. Jou had climbed into his beloved’s lap and had slowly impaled himself on Seto’s lube-slicked cock.
Jou remembered being more in love with Seto at that moment than he’d ever thought possible as he’d ridden his lover’s shaft to a second climax, feeling Seto’s warm seed filling him moments later as they’d kissed languidly. After a quick clean up, they’d fallen asleep whispering to each other of their eternal love and devotion.
But that had been then.
Three days later, Jou had caught the owner of his heart in the apartment complex he’d just left with a blonde man - the head of a recently acquired software company. He’d started secretly moving in with his friend Yami the next day.
Pulling up to what he now considered his former home, Jou flipped open his cell and told Yami to pick him up. His heart might be broken, but if there was one thing he’d learned from his ex-lover besides French, it was when to cut his losses and move on. And at least he’d be able to, he thought with a smirk. Seto’s Mercedes, on the other hand, wasn’t going anywhere soon.