Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ca-Si-No! ❯ All in a Die's Work ( Chapter 2 )

“Ay! I wonda' whea my sista' went,” Joey said to himself after his duel with DDM inventor Duke Devlin, who beat him. Duke stepped down from the duelist platform and approached his blond-haired friend.

 

“She's a big girl now, Joey,” he reminded, placing a hand on Joey's shoulder, “I'm sure she can take care of herself.” Duke jerked Joey's shoulder and spun him around, looking him straight in the eyes. “I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself after that defeat I just delivered you.”

 

Joey grinned. “Oh yeah? Ya' puttin' ya'self on the line, dice boy?” he joked, even though he desired Duke's hot bod.

 

Duke grinned as he turned away from the cocky teen and headed towards a beaded doorway. “I could be, Wheeler,” he replied, passing through the hanging beads. Curious, Joey followed the raven-haired Devlin.

 

The room he was in now had walls patterned with die sides, a checkered floor, and a candelabrum at each corner. Duke stood in a small, hot pink circle at the center of the room, openly holding a die in his hand. Joey stared at the other boy with suspicions.

 

“Aw-right, Duke… What is this?” Joey interrogated, “Wuss'a deal wit dis `redemption game' a' yo'as? What IS dis place, anywho?”

 

Duke tossed the die up in the air and caught it, then continued doing it to piss Joey off. “This is Kaye's `Room of Senses,' where my game called `Five Senses of Seduction' is played,” he explained, “The two of us will start this game at opposite ends of the room. Each player takes turns rolling this die. Your die roll becomes the number of spaces you can move in the room. If a player is adjacent to a wall, instead of rolling the die, they can choose to move two steps away from the wall and strike it with the die. The number on the wall represents one of our senses. 1 is for the eyes. The opponent must flash part of their body for at least four seconds. 2 is for the nose, to perfume your opponent. 3 is for the ears, to tell your opponent a short but detailed and erotic story. 4 is for touch, disabling your opponent's next die roll. 5 is for taste. It supplies the roller with an edible treat for his opponent for the next time the two become adjacent. 6 allows you to permanently remove a piece of clothing from your opponent. If 6 is struck, the die will determine what's removed. 1 is extra clothing, 2 is all shirts, 3 is pants, 4 is underclothes (with over-clothes left on), 5 is all but underclothes, and 6 is everything. Helpful object and items will randomly appear in different spots in the room, so grab them or get to them if you can. They'll disappear if you don't say `Hold,' so if you see an intriguing prop, claim it fast. T's pretty easy to play, once you get started.” Duke looked up and into Joey's eyes. Joey gulped. “That being said…” the die-gambler continued, “Let's begin!”

 

Uneasy, Joey stood at the corner opposite Duke. (Comment: Yo, that's just hilarious! Joey's standing at a corner! LOL) Duke tossed and caught the die continuously. “I'll go first so you can see how this game goes,” he said, flinging the die into the middle of the room. The die spun on one corner, but eventually stilled on 3. “The die landed on 3,” he told Joey, who was doing his nervous habit of smacking his pocketed hands against his leg, “It doesn't matter which direction I go, just as long as it's only 3 spaces on the board, or in this case, the floor.” Duke, from his starting space in the far-left corner of the entrance, moved 3 checker spaces toward the doorway. “One more thing,” he added while going to pick up the die, “Despite the direction you face at the time, if you are directly behind and adjacent to your opponent at any time during your turn, your opponent becomes vulnerable to your extra Die Roll of Seduction.”

 

Joey gulped hard. “So… ya' mean like… if I was right bahinja, I could roll'da die again?” He was sure as hell surprised to see something like the Room of Senses in Kaye's mansion/casino/bar. (Talk about PIMPIN'!)

 

Duke nodded. “So the die's faces take the roles of the wall faces— the senses.”

 

“Which means…”

 

Duke nodded again. “Yup!” he gaily answered, “You and I can become each other's ukes.”

 

“You… We do things to each other?” Joey asked nervously.

 

“Is that not what you wanted?”

 

Joey sucked up his pussiness (LOL) and fake-bravely claimed, “Aw, HELL, yeah! Watch me take yahr ass DOWN!”

 

Duke laughed as he returned to his new space. “You've got the viewpoint all wrong,” he mumbled. He threw the die over his shoulder for Joey to catch, which he barely did. “Your turn, pup.”

 

Joey shook the die in his hand, then… “HEY!” he shouted, “Ya' treat'n' me like Kaye does!”

 

Duke hit his head with his palm in a “Duh!” kind of way. “I WORK for him, ya' know,” he reminded, “Besides, I was referring to the time I had you in a puppy costume. You looked so cute then. I SO wanted to give you a tummy rub.” He snickered when Joey crossed his left leg over to his right side. “Oops. Listen to me, breaking the rules so early in the game,” he teased, “I'm making you hard without throwing the die at the wall first.”

 

“Aw shut up,” Joey grunted. He angrily beamed the die at the floor. The die rolled over to the wall near Duke and bounce off. “Wha'd it stop at?” he asked, clearly still pissed off.

 

Duke grinned at Joey. “Don't be mad, pup,” he continued teasing, “Hopefully, my little surprise pops into the room soon. Technology these days, especially Seth Kaye's, is FASCINATING, isn't it?” Joey growled with a light blush on his adorable, boyish face. Duke blew a kiss to Joey, then looked down at the die. “Well, it's a 5. Move any 5 spaces you want, pup.”

 

Sweat began to break out on Joey's face. (Comment: I'm seeing Joey in all of this… Yo, he is so hot, sweating from this embarrassment. Teehee! Keep reading, though… There's more. MUCH more.) Slowly, he advanced towards Duke five checker spaces.

 

Shortly after his move, the illusion of a vase of roses faded in a few spaces from the far-right corner of the room. “Looks like the objects I mentioned are comin' in earlier than I expected,” Duke said, eyeing the vase with a grin, “Hold!” The illusion instantly solidified. “I can't wait for when I lure you over there,” he purred, now eyeing Joey. He picked up the die and backed two spaces away from to wall to his right, forcing himself two spaces closer to the vase. “Let's get some senses in this game!” he shouted, hurling the die at the wall. The die struck a square with… 6 dots.

 

“WHAT!?!”

 

“What luck, eh, pup?” Duke asked, teasing. (A/N: He teases a lot, but you guessed that, I hope…)

 

“NO!”

 

“Let's see what you take off.”

 

The die continued to spin at one corner. (A/N: There will be a lot of that, for dramatic build-up. [Torturing Joey's fun, eh, Duke?]) Come on, die! Joey begged the dancing cube (?) as it slowed down, Anything but 5 or 6! (A/N: He wants dominance.) Finally, the die came to a stop.

 

“Aw, you got lucky, pup!” Duke whined, snapping and picking up the die.

 

“Wh-what is it?”

 

Duke turned the die to the face it stopped at. “It's a 4,” he told, “but this means I get to find out what you wear beneath those tight school pants you normally wear and the black tux-pants you wear now. (I was kinda hopin' y'all knew Joey was dressed up, considering the Vegas casino atmosphere… Duke's dressed the way he normally dresses. [I should've expressed this earlier. Sorry…]) Joey didn't move a bit. “Oh, if you need `privacy', I'll turn my back,” Duke teased, laughing afterwards.

 

“Uhhh, I…”

 

“Eh?”

 

Blushing heavily, Joey mumbled, “I don't… wear underclothes…”

 

Duke's face fused a perverted grin with a jaw-drop. “WELL! That's just EXCELLENT, now isn't it?” he asked himself, “Yes, that's hot. I like where this game's going. You don't like `limits,' do ya'?” Joey shook his head slightly. “No boundaries! I like it! I LOVE it!” He tossed the die to Joey. “Your turn, pup— er, big dog.”

 

Joey felt a little bit better about playing this unusual game. (A/N: I play this with other boys in my free time. That's why I added this game to the story. Pretty detailed, eh? My room looks just like the one Duke and Joey are in. [SO just kidding!]) Joey clutched the die and threw it to the back of the room. The die tapped off the wall and stopped a few spaces from Duke.

 

“What is it?” Joey asked.

 

Duke reached out and scooped up the die. “Another 5.” Joey liked where this was going. He could advance 3 spaces toward Duke, move right 1, then 1 space toward the back of the room. Then, he'd be right behind Duke and ready to re-roll. Joey moved, following through with his plan to conquer this tricky opponent. “I see you desire dominance over me, you naughty terrier,” Duke commented observantly, “Here I thought you were just unsure of yourself accepting my gamble.”

 

“Well, ya' thought wrong, sexy!” Joey retorted, “Joey Wheeler ain't gettin' dominated by Nobahdy!” (A/N: The fact that I stuck with Joey's double-negative speech issue should be a clue to who's gonna win this game…) Duke passed the die over his shoulder to Joey. “Time to find out which of my skills you'll fall head-over-heels to!” Joey said cockily. He shook the block in his hand and dropped it on the white space Duke was standing on. The die tapped on the floor, jumping up a few times whenever a corner touched the floor. At last… four black dots. “Hee hee hee… Dis is gonna be GOOD!” Joey stated lecherously with a smirk, rubbing his hands together as if in preparation for something big. (Oh the things that could fit in that description… The list is indeed long.)

 

“You sure seem pleased…” the other boy noted with a slight scowl on his face. (A/N: Duke doesn't like being dominated either…)

 

“You sure bet!” Joey replied excitedly, wrapping his arms around Duke's waist and reaching into his black pants. (A/N: My TV may be tinted weird, so don't smite my author abilities if the color of Duke's pants is wrong!) Duke gasped when he felt Joey's sizable, warm hands: one gripping his stiffening cock and the other cupping and massaging his heavy balls. He held his breath in attempts to make it through his uke-ness without showing signs of enjoyment other than his uncontrollable erection. Joey positioned himself behind Duke and began humping his cock along the crack of his opponent's firm ass, making both harden to their maximums. Duke's dick pulsed every time he felt the blond boy's length rub up his anal rift at such a… leisurely pace. Joey's erection was larger than he expected, and it was all thanks to Joey's commando-going preference. Every time it ran up his crack, he wondered if it would work properly. (Hey, if they're too big, they [sometimes] won't work right.) Joey let go of Duke's balls and pulled his left hand out for a moment. Reaching down to his clean, black tux-pants, the blond luck-player pulled his zipper down and extracted his hard-on.

 

Hearing the low zip, Duke yelled, “Oh HELL no!”

 

“AW yeah!” Joey exclaimed, holding Duke as he attempted to escape, “You created dis game. Now ya' gatta' suffa' through it too.” Joey straightened his penis and poked his opponent's chasm with the head.

 

“D-damn it, Wheeler!”

 

“Ay, what happened to `pup' and `naughty terrier,' dice boy?” Joey returned to playing with Duke's balls. “Dahn wuhry, baby,” he teased back, humping his dick at the boy's clothed rear, “Ah'll work ya' juuust right! Hee…” Duke couldn't believe he was falling to Joey in his own game. He hated being the uke. Still, he released his breath in a much-needed moan. This drove Joey to work him harder. He squeezed his opponent's cock with all he could send to his wrist, then jerked him faster. “I knew we'd click,” Joey whispered into Duke's ear, “but Joey Wheeler ain't about ta be on da bottom.” Joey's skilled hands impressed Duke a lot more than he would've imagined. His arms trembled at his sides. He wondered how many times Joey did the same thing to himself.

 

“AH! KSO!” Duke grunted in pain as he felt his insides flush something out of him, “I'll get you for this, Wheeler!” (A/N: In the word “Kso,” the “o” is supposed to have an upside-down “v” thing above it, but mediaminer.org messes up the symbol. “Kso” is a Japanese swear word, like “shit” or “damn.” [Is “damn” even a swear word anymore?]) He bellowed loudly as he spurted his hot seed in Joey's talented hands.

 

“Ya know, Ah'm `bout ta come, too,” Joey said openly. Reaching back again, he pulled Duke's pants down—only a bit—and parted the cheeks. Forthwith, Joey aimed his ready penis at the crevasse, and with a sharp moan, he fired his sperm directly at the ass' hole. He sighed long and hard [like his cock] with relief, then released Duke's weeping chute and drew his hand out. He licked the boy's ejected cream, smiling and licking his lips after swallowing it all. “Yer d'LICious, Duke!” he complimented, kissing Duke's cheek, “I can't wait `til da next time we play!”

 

“The game's only begun, Wheeler!” Joey removed the hand that parted Duke's cheeks. Warm semen oozed into Duke's ass, and he shivered to the feel of it. “M-my turn…” he growled. Joey tucked his organ back into his pants and zipped up, proud of his successful conquest. Aching in his front, (LOL) Duke bent over and picked up the die. (His ass is come-squishy. LOL) He flipped the die up in the air coin-style. It landed on 3. Duke staggered all the way to the back wall. “Go!” he sharply interjected.

 

A silk-cushioned couch faded into sight at exactly one and two spaces below Duke's starting spot. Joey held it and laughed. “Dis game is gettin' interesting, eh, Duke?” he joked, picking up the die and rolling it to his opponent.

 

“It's a 5, mutt,” Duke rudely reported.

 

Joey moved five spaces to reach the vase. “Mmm…” he hummed, sniffing and getting high off of the smell of the roses, “Wait `til ya find out how Ah'm gonna use `em on ya.” He laughed to himself, eager to make his mental images a reality.

 

Nervous as all hell, Duke bent over and picked up the die. “My turn!” Duke pondered as he rolled the die back to Joey. How am I gonna lure this one to the couch? It was definitely going to be a task. He looked back at his roll: a 3. It was just enough for him to mount the couch, but with a roll of 6, Joey could mount him.

 

“My turn, babe,” Joey said with a smirk. He picked up and threw the die at the corner closest to the couch. The die tapped against both walls, stopping before Duke.

 

“NO!”

 

“A 6! Awright!”

 

Skipping gaily, Joey carried his vase of roses over to Duke and mounted the hot body. Duke hardened from the erection that rubbed against his groin. Joey positioned himself comfortably, then placed his vase beside Duke.

 

“J-Joey, get up! I can't see my die rolls if you're on top of me!”

 

“Ay, dat's your fault, sexy,” Joey whispered seductively, “Ya' should've thought'a dat when ya' moved.”

 

Duke looked to his left. He was only two spaces from the back wall. Since Joey refused to hand over the die, he dumped the roses out of the vase and chucked the vase at the back wall. (How clever.) “A player needs to be two spaces from a wall to strike it,” he explained. The vase shattered while hitting a four-dotted tile. “Your die roll's been disabled for…” He smacked Joey's hand, knocking the die out and onto the floor. The die landed on 3. “…3 turns.” Joey growled, but being a fair gamer, he handed over the die. (A/N: Fair play will be his downfall.) Duke jumbled the die in his fist and dropped it off the edge of the couch. “Move, mutt! I can't see my roll!”

 

“Too bad.”

 

Growling, Duke muttered, “Well, I know I at least moved ONE!” Concentrating on all of his strength, he flipped his opponent onto his spot and scooted over one spot, picking up the roses by the heads. (Thorns! Duh!) He looked down. “It IS a 1,” he said, “Since you can't roll, it's my turn again.”

 

“If ya want me, ya need exactly a 1,” Joey said in a “just to let you know” kind of way.

“Oh don't worry, Joey. You'll be mine in THIS roll!” Duke sneered, dropping the die onto the floor before him. Joey refused to let his amber eyes unlock from the tumbling block. A tap, followed by a bounce and a rapid shift in faces, and finally, the die gave in, revealing the face of… three black dots.

 

“Hah! Ya can't do JACK ta me wit'a roll higha' den a 1!” Joey hectored. His statement was instantly negated by his opponent's [sexAY] princely chortle. “Wh-what's so funny?” he then asked. Without saying a word, Duke rose from his seat and moved: one space forward, one space to his left, and another space to his new left, ending him up… mounted atop the blond boy's lap. Pulling out his switchblade, he began shaving off the rose thorns. (A/N: His switchblade's used as a lock pick. Just cuz I brought the switchblade up twice doesn't mean I'm like that!) You've been a fairly good dog tonight, Joey,” he teased, tossing the die at the back wall. (STROKE-OF-LUCK MOMENT!) 6-2. “That means you have to take off that sexy tux of yours… so I can torment you with the roses you so kindly delivered to me.”

 

A heavy sweat fell down Joey's face as he began to sluggishly remove his tuxedo and white shirt. There's bad karma in everything I do… he noted in his head. Once his tux was off, Joey was smitten by the lecherous smirk on Duke's face.

 

“Players can use items at ANY time during their turn,” Duke told his seme in a arousing undertone, reaching up behind the boy's head and running his finger's through the golden hair. He unhastily glided one of the roses along Joey's hot chest. Joey shut his eyes and arced his back the second he felt the romantic flower brush against his mid-torso. (I KNOW IT'S NOT A WORD! SHUT UP!) The gentle caress of the dark red petals tickled the roots of every nerve in his body. Not long after the commencement of this repeated action, a moan escaped the blond one's lungs. Duke's smirk demoted to an adorable smile. (WOW! That paragraph looks like I didn't even type it. I'm gettin' BETTER! Watch me, YaoiNova! I'm gonna be of YOUR caliber soon!)

 

“D-Duke…” Joey sighed his uke's name with a drowsy look on his face. In his mind's eye, he could see smoke and flashes of light surrounding his sight of the born-gambler. A feverish spark burst in his brain, directly behind his eyes. (Joey's goin' through his period. LOL [That's SO weird to see written/typed out.]) “I… Huh… I just…” Joey was desperate for air, but at the same time, he felt an addictive high from his breathlessness. This seemed very amusing to Duke.

 

“You don't really dislike being on the bottom, do you, pup?” Duke asked his victim, “You're afraid of being the uke, yet you still want me, am I right?” With his ears still working perfectly to hear the questions, Joey nodded, though shakily. “It's because of your wanting for supremacy in everything that makes you so afraid of being the uke, right?” Again, Joey's Parkinson's-disease-like head nodded. (My apologies to those who are Parkinson's-disease-topic-sensitive.) Duke (D + uke = Duke. I JUST noticed this. LOL) leaned into Joey and delicately kissed his lips, giving them a tiny lap sometime in between. Backing away and returning to his smile, he explained to the boy that it's okay to not always be the (CLICHE') “top dog.” (Joey WAS a dog in one series.) “The way I see it, you want us to be known as a couple, but with you as the dominant one, just to follow your dueling streak, right?” Duke asked. Joey nodded again. “I'm also guessing that I'm the first guy you've ever fallen in love with, which is why you don't know how to be a true seme.”

 

“Y-yeah…”

 

Duke moved the rose away from Joey's chest and lifted the boy's chin to gaze into the lustrous, amber rounds. “Nobody's going to think you're weak if you're the uke of our relationship,” the boy was told, “If you want to be the seme to please me, then let me say that I find pleasure in pleasing you. Who cares what people think about us? What I really want is a long moment for us. I just want some time so we can be free together. I brought you to this room to find out how you really feel about me. I don't want to continue this `Five Senses of Seduction' game. I just want you to be my lover… so I can hold your naked body close to mine after making the most serious love with you. Please, Joey… I even… Aishiteru, Katsuya…”

 

With his vision cleared but a face of wonder, Joey looked down at his bare chest, then back up at Duke's entrancing, onyx eyes. From his lips, “Aishiteru… Otogi… I… I wanna be w'chyu, but iss so hawd ta ignouh what my friends'll t'ink.”

 

“In a place like this, they're probably doing the same thing,” Duke said as if he pre-studied it, “For now, just leave all of `us' to me.”

 

“Duke, ya'right,” Joey agreed, finally conforming to the role of uke, “Ah've wanne'ja since da day you bullied me inta wearin' dat dog costume—”

 

“—which, by the way, you looked really cute in,” Duke added. Joey blushed.

 

“W-well now, Ah wanna take diss opportunity ta get w'chya!” Immediately, Joey ripped open Duke's camo-vest and flung it and the shirt beneath it off. (A/N: I added the camo-vest. [Duh!]) He shot his arms around the born-gambler's midsection and pulled him into a hard yet passionate kiss.

 

“Trying to be the seme again?” Duke questioned after his delicious taste of Orifice d'Joey, “That has consequences, you know…” Duke stood up, stripped off his pants, and snatched his camo-vest from off the floor. “Gotta put this on…” he said to himself, slipping his vest back on (with no shirt underneath… EEE! That is el HOT!). Before remounting his new lover, Duke swiftly removed the other's black pants with one hard tug. He took one rose between his teeth and ran his face up and down Joey's chest. “This is what I now call `The Red Rose' Heat Mirage.' It's the innovative way of punishment. Sexually revolutionary, if I do say so myself.” Once he heard his Joey moaning louder than before, he released his tongue, keeping the rose' stem between his teeth, and started licking the blond boy's nipples. This caused Joey to arc his back even more and whine higher in pitch than before. The result of Joey's sharp and sudden movement brought his now throbbing erection into side-by-side contact with Duke' fully excited one. It had to be one of Duke's best preplanned chain reactions in the [guesstimated] half-hour that they'd been playing their game. (Quick thinker. Way to use yer N2ishin thurr, sexy. [A/N: Yes, I think Duke is SO sexy. If he was real, I'd do him… more than thrice-a-day!])

 

“D-Duke, please…” Joey begged, “It was… just a kiss! Please, Duke… Juss hurry up an' fuck me! I can't take ya teases anymore, ah'right?” Duke ignored the pleas and began to suck on the nipple very slowly. Joey went crazy. “PLEASE, DUKE! I NEED DA REAL T'ING FROM YA RIGHT NOW!!” he bawled. Still, his pleas were ignored, and Duke made sure Joey wouldn't try to obtain any dominance by pinning his arms to the backrest of the couch. Unable to take the `Red Rose' Heat Mirage' any longer than his already exceeded limit, at the top of his lungs, loud enough for the some of the people in Kaye's Duel Monsters® Dueling Wing Lobby (A/N: Very big…) to hear, Joey cried, “JUSSFUCKME, DUKE!!!”

 

“That's what I like to hear, baby,” Duke whispered seductively in Joey's ear, “More screaming, more moaning, more sighing! Let's have more of that, koinu! More of that, and I'll give you what you want!”

 

“Please…” Joey begged, crying from the orgasm-less suffering, “FUCK ME NOW! I CAN'T TAKE IT, BABY, I JUSS CAN'T! I'M BEGGIN' YA!”

 

Through with letting his puppy agonize, Duke swiftly tucked one hand under his lover and dipped his head down, taking and claiming the gold-surrounded Joey-stick. (Way to pun on the word “joystick,” Jordan…) With his free hand, Duke reached under the couch and pulled out a tube-a'-lube. (A/N: He DID preplan this, y'know…) He pulled his hand out a little bit from under Joey, exposing more of the boy's muscled ass, squirted some lubricant on the tips of his fingers, and got to work on his little puppy's rear entrance. While doing the necessary scissoring motion with his sheathed fingers, he sucked long and hard on the pulsing cock. Duke lay the tube on the ground, then brought his hand up to Joey's area of scattered, golden thread. He played with the threads, even massaged the area. While sucking on Joey's large shaft, his puppy's moaning increased in volume. A few times, Duke would chew on his lover's penis head, and Joey would whine sharply from it. In his anus, Joey could feel his Duke's fingers wiggling around and stretching him, but every now and then, he felt the wet fingers knock a pea-shaped-and-sized organ inside him, generating a powerful force that surged straight to his being-sucked cock.

 

“Bark if you're enjoying this, koinu,” Duke commanded his puppy lover.

 

Against the idea of being Duke's puppy again at first, Joey smiled and gave a small and cute “Arf!”

 

“Hm-hm—That was so cute, baby,” Duke laughed, “I knew the dog was meant to be your animal symbol of sexuality. It portrays you in every way: sometimes, you're cute, while other times, you're really gruff. That's why I love you, Joey. You're so 3-dimensional… It turns me on, Joey. You make me smile. I wanted you to know… after all that we've been through as friends, well, it wasn't until after watching you duel on Kaiba's blimp in Battle City that I realized how much I really wanted you. …Joey… I was starving, and I wanted to feed with a carnal appetite… on your body. By that, I mean ALL of your body… Every single inch of your skin. I realized that I was obsessed with you. The funny thing is that my obsession with you hasn't changed; I still want to satisfy my starvation with the skin of your body. I love you more than anyone in—”

 

“—DEN SHUT DA HELL UP AN' FUCK ME CUZ I LOVE YOU TOO!”

 

With all confessions told, Duke removed his mouth and fingers from Joey and jabbed his lube-slicked hard-on into the stretched ass. Joey howled at Duke's entrance, then moaned in delight as the dominating one bent down to kiss him. He threw his hands helplessly around Duke's neck, opening his mouth for a deeper gift. Duke inserted his tongue, poking and lapping on his blond pup's. He rocked himself in and out of Joey's ass, making himself harder each second. Joey's cock looked so naked beneath him, so he took the stiff organ into his strong grip and began to work it.

 

“Joey…”

 

“…Yes, Duke?”

 

Duke smiled and whispered, “I will not stop until the last one of us comes…” Joey closed his eyes without responding. “Okay, koinu?” Duke asked. Joey reopened his eyes and nodded.

 

“Juss rumemba'…” he whispered back, “Ah'm YO'UH pup, an' yo'uh my masta'. Dare can't be ANYONE else he'a. Got it?”

 

Duke kissed his puppy's lips and said, “Yes, Joey.”

 

“I love you, Duke.”

 

“I love you, Joey.”

 

With a few more thrusts, Duke spewed his fluids inside Joey's chasm yelling, “KOINUUUU!”

 

As Joey exploded in Duke's hand, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “MASTAAAAA'!”

 

Weak and tired, Duke fell on top of his pup's naked body.

 

“Duke…” Joey panted breathlessly, “You said… ya wanne'ta… hold me all night…”

 

“I still do, koinu…” Duke replied, also breathless. He flopped over next to Joey, laid back, and opened his arms. “Here… Sleep with me, baby,” he whispered. Joey smiled and scooted into Duke's strong arms. Duke wrapped his arms around his naked puppy, pulling him up so that their penises rubbed together. They moaned to it, then calmed down. The boys kissed each other's lips, and finally, drifted off to sleep. Duke held his lover's nudity in his arms… all night long.

 

(RainbowPretear: OH MY GODS! That was HOT! A really LONG chappie, I must say. Sorry it took so long to post. I'm lacking the resources I need to post my ficcies. [Can't do it at school unless it's school-related…] To those who enjoy my ficcies, I suggest you keep me in you Favorites list, so the update-minder thingee will send you an e-mal whenever I update. FYI, I'm NEVER giving up mediaminer, so don't EVER give up on me! Thank you to all my faithful peeps.) ^o^ (Oh, and “koinu” means “puppy.”) (Sorry about the recurring comments, too.)

 

 

BULLETIN: Once Ca-Si-No! is finished, my next project will be the yaoi, shonen-ai, and “heterotica” of the fusion of Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones and Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance. I already have some great ideas, so I'm just gonna jot them down in this notebookie right hya. (Jordan waves her notebook at the computer.) I'm… a reject. (LOL I said “jot.” WTF?) However, I CLAIM SHINON THE SNIPER! Shinon is SO sexy!